Thunder Perfect Mind

I walk among the baobab trees
as lightning flashes messages in the cool breeze.
black plastic bags, little flags to the death of elephant grass,
dance in the wind's summoning rapture,
before returning to give the ground a fouling embrace.

I smell the polymer sacrifice rising to a god of whom the people are dreaming.
Spies from the Lord of Flies grab their share of glass of star.
And I write another sentence, with my back hunched in a metal, ribbed, chair.

Outside, outside, under gray skies full of dust
I passed by patient cows,
dessicated and lean,
The egrets pick their children clean.

Inside, inside
Stare into the abyss of souls
and the birth of tragedy stares at you.

Stare into the abyss of souls
and the odium of joy flies past you.

Stare into the abyss of souls
and the clatter of consciousness questions you.

Stare into the abyss of souls
and the rites of reason spring past you.

Stare into the abyss of souls
and the pilot of passion directs you.

There you are in the underbelly of uncertainty,
reading the entrails of rancid revealators.
Out of the crooked timber of humanity
no straight thing was ever made.
So we might as well indulge in gin and tacos
while doing back flips with wacos.

Now in the winter of my discontent I will be lazy.
And face the book of womanist musings.
Alter the destiny of mad biologists
through lawyers, guns and money.
An angry asian man takes the hammer of resistance to racism.
Where a panda has gone to eat shoots and leaves.
I laugh with driftglass darkly
at the hullabaloo raised by Captain snarky.
In the fields of dark black
tenacitus starts a tirade on the intersection of madness and reality.
And Killadelphia's finest battles the president of Anon Inc.

This is the message of Thunder's perfect mind.
Some heard the music of delusional spheres
and others in the static scream saw trillions of electrons
discarding photons on the celestial dome.
Thunder perfect mind dwells in mankind.