I wrote this first poem on a mostly lackadaisical reddit public access broadcast, early in the morning/late at night. The second was written on a broadcast some hours earlier, which I co-hosted alongside two of my roomates. Someone in the chat asked for a poem about U2 so I punched out a tercet.
Fnord Dodging Just Above the Ocean Floor
Yes yes I say yes to the
promise of a gilded page,
a goldmine of affectionate
slantbreeding cultivated
beneath the waves where
no lesser beings could
breathe or breed, much
less sing. Atlantean
trumpets wail loudest when
oceans shrimp the temples.
Every veil rendering scripture,
leaked CIA lecture, the
polytheistic interpretations
of the Kennedy cancellations=
sycophantic topography
for the liberally insane.
Rocinante is my submarine.
Crumpled captain of the
tin foil mariner, rueful
rudder of the spluttering tides,
Nemo ransacks the federal reserve!
No haven dryer than a
library with window
surveying the fathoms.
Ahab, father phantom,
fluid in your whisky napping,
Poseidon infant liquid lulled.
On the other side
of vermillion tides
there are tors aplenty
drowning in the ocean floor.
The Unforgettable Tercet
U2, pathetic heros
a bus crash in '89
might have saved your career.
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