The Hologram Family Robinson
lives nowhere because they don't exist.
"You're projecting," they sneer at each other,
bloodless
boneless
auto-tuned assholes that they are.
They become peevish.
They become representations of reptiles
dying in a dream sequence involving a tar pit or peat bog.
"Discover us," they plead.
"Split our rock with a hammer, release us, love us."
But they are assholes,
and like love
good advice
or last night's dinner,
everything goes right through them.
"Hail, signalman!" they cry, larynxless
like insects in the rotting ear of a dead man.
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for "Unhappy Refrain" at Toads. I recycled a comment I left at Paper Tiger for this.
Wow. You rocked this one Shay. Right on.
ReplyDeleteWowzers. This sizzles. There is a lot of reptilian consciousness in evidence these days. Nailed it.
ReplyDeleteWay too many like this out there--though they are neither as picturesque nor as poetic perhaps, as your example. I particularly like "auto-tuned assholes." That seems to say it all. And sadly, I don;t think there's any cure for assholery.
ReplyDeleteand like love
ReplyDeletegood advice
or last night's dinner,
everything goes right through them.
"Hail, signalman!" they cry, larynxless
like insects in the rotting ear of a dead man.
I especially love those last six lines, and had to smile over the "last night's dinner" line.
I think you nailed it on this one!!!
ReplyDeleteThis is such a clever response to these times in which we live - on point and irony which verges on tragedy.. the last image is most telling of all.
ReplyDeleteOh damn the reptiles and their snapping discourse!
ReplyDelete"You're projecting!!" cried the asshole. Yeah, I've had enough of that for sure.
ReplyDeletemost apropos - and wonderful expansion - I'm glad you picked up on the unspoken, undercurrent in my words and ran with it into the realms of absolute precision for the illusions, and projections (holograms are so totally weird) ... this is first rate!
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