prelude:
the beauty is all burnt out
gone like a gonesh stick flame
down to the nib. cut to the
chase/the quick.
the nap on nature's neck
a black wick
the white smoke
done rolled off its tip.
the final fire
in its finest hour...
...roll credits.
...
we live as if
there's no tomorrow.
as if there'll be
no new stars.
7 billion plus people
falling off the planet
all alone.
poor us. abuncha
sigh-fi/fuckin'
crybabies.
george carlin
called us out:
said the earth will shrug
us off like the 24 hour flu.
a million years later,
aliens from andromeda,
extracelestial anthropologists
will peel back the new layers
of earth/revealing a plaid
placid people encased
in too much plastic.
well preserved. perhaps.
aliens will drain the oil
from ohio that once was
all its people...
atlanta georgians will be
a natural gas...
kentucky folks, of course,
will be turnt to coal.
we'll still be here/the same,
if not sentient... so
be happy. our livers will fuel
every ufo north of neptune.
planet pitstop... the place
where parasites proclaimed divinity.
believed infinity revolved around them.
hymned themselves and fell asleep.
a million years from now, the sun
will burn itself out and e.t.
with his trusty telescope
will mumble "wow"... or
"oh, well..." ...either way,
one day later an alien ed bradley
will herald the arrival of a new star
burning out
our shadow.
the beauty is all burnt out
gone like a gonesh stick flame
down to the nib. cut to the
chase/the quick.
the nap on nature's neck
a black wick
the white smoke
done rolled off its tip.
the final fire
in its finest hour...
...roll credits.
...
we live as if
there's no tomorrow.
as if there'll be
no new stars.
7 billion plus people
falling off the planet
all alone.
poor us. abuncha
sigh-fi/fuckin'
crybabies.
george carlin
called us out:
said the earth will shrug
us off like the 24 hour flu.
a million years later,
aliens from andromeda,
extracelestial anthropologists
will peel back the new layers
of earth/revealing a plaid
placid people encased
in too much plastic.
well preserved. perhaps.
aliens will drain the oil
from ohio that once was
all its people...
atlanta georgians will be
a natural gas...
kentucky folks, of course,
will be turnt to coal.
we'll still be here/the same,
if not sentient... so
be happy. our livers will fuel
every ufo north of neptune.
planet pitstop... the place
where parasites proclaimed divinity.
believed infinity revolved around them.
hymned themselves and fell asleep.
a million years from now, the sun
will burn itself out and e.t.
with his trusty telescope
will mumble "wow"... or
"oh, well..." ...either way,
one day later an alien ed bradley
will herald the arrival of a new star
burning out
our shadow.
