Industrial Glamour

Industrial Glamour

A Poem by Gene Von Banyard



Why only worship an idol known as genocide?

An empty orchestra of earth worm re-harvesting.

Strip away evangelical coin-fed hologram.

Iridescent black pool decentralized caucus saber.

Fossilized content laying low in political bug slime.

Anti-notion of forget me not tomorrow’s politically transmogrified.

The Greeks may have used rhyme but chants can be transmogrified.

Children twirl, tingle and taunt in reiterated genocide.

Tap, tap, tap along scratch line coalescing bug slime.

Swarming cut-ups set about curriculum re-harvesting.

Ventriloquism devices run head long against molecular saber.

Rhapsodic refractions re-inventing temporal hologram.

Not even God’s chest worm temporal follow the leader chain fed

rivet strap-on for medium saber.

I don’t want to be here garbage pool Pynchon hologram.

Rabbit hum-drum rhubarb ad-nausea banter genocide.

Odd age grammar phoenix what are the idols re-harvesting?

"You teach a child to read, and he or her will be able to pass a literacy test.''

Pedagogues scatter symbols over zombies fostering bug slime.

Incunabula-mache dust covered transmogrified.

Scythe wielding editorial hologram.

Time-ramped astro-skit perspective projector re-harvesting.

Pink doll daddy wheel fetish there is always transmogrified.

Encryption description place holder helix transmogrified.

Sand swarms swirling to the sew-red saber.

Constitutional spoon bent cyclotron saber.

Goodbye loquacious pederast bug slime.

They misunderestimate me.”

Live evil, evil live “live evil’ genocide.

Quickly lost children in dead metal zoo hologram.

I know the human being and fish can co-exist peacefully.”

Satanas Ex Machina re-harvesting.

Genocide re-harvesting hologram saber.

"Rarely is the questioned asked: Is our children learning?"

All previous patterns are now transmogrified.

Bug slime re-harvesting transmogrified saber genocide lexicon torment abstract answer hologram.

"Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we."

Oh, to harpoon a meat Muppet majesty mutant with a disemboweled unicorn!”

But God told me in a dream…”

Thank you, I’ll disintegrate now.





© 2015 Gene Von Banyard


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Gene Von Banyard
Gene Von Banyard

Australia



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