SORCERY AND THE FUTURE
by Dave Gitomer
drop by drop, the bucket fills,
spinning the wheel, hewing the
stone, revolution by revolution,
the chains tighten, asphyxiating.
aging enchantress, despairing,
reaching for the venomous sorcerer,
to stem the flood, seize the tide,
turn water into bleach, dam the
washing machine, attack the dryer,
impotence in females, or males.
fantasy magician, the wand bursts,
as the fates, sneering, lathering,
admiring the feeble, fragile maneuver,
laugh to themselves, yielding to
the pride and vindication of their
superiority. pyretic huzzahs of
empty victory shouts, echo without
din, rebounding off the iron masks,
and disaster scenarios. the inferno
rages, consuming the wheel, the stage,
and though the opera plays in the
distance, a sanguine swan song,
little puffs of smoke, rise in columns,
scattered by the hurricane, not
the tornado, only seen by the participants.
spinning the wheel, hewing the
stone, revolution by revolution,
the chains tighten, asphyxiating.
aging enchantress, despairing,
reaching for the venomous sorcerer,
to stem the flood, seize the tide,
turn water into bleach, dam the
washing machine, attack the dryer,
impotence in females, or males.
fantasy magician, the wand bursts,
as the fates, sneering, lathering,
admiring the feeble, fragile maneuver,
laugh to themselves, yielding to
the pride and vindication of their
superiority. pyretic huzzahs of
empty victory shouts, echo without
din, rebounding off the iron masks,
and disaster scenarios. the inferno
rages, consuming the wheel, the stage,
and though the opera plays in the
distance, a sanguine swan song,
little puffs of smoke, rise in columns,
scattered by the hurricane, not
the tornado, only seen by the participants.
Verse ©1998 Dave Gitomer freeme123 enterprises
email him at: dogentao@villagenet.com
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