THE PORTAL

On the moon I feel the presence of limousines
During the months of swollen logic
A velvet portal denies its polar unity in vowels
The antiquated marching of civil engineers
Seems to stun the hearing impaired
And Christmas has come too late
The crowd disperses, quietly
They've never seen such disrespect before
And so a lone radio DJ, spins contraband in resistance
And all in single file, the engineers remain dull and quite civil
Like they never have before, they bow before the portal
And lick their partners thumb, hoping for the ride that they were promised
Oh so long ago, in 1944
But it seems somehow somnambulists
Could never maintain their sanity, when pushing through the portal
And as they awake, one by one, in silk pajama's
They approach the stage to the booming announcement
"Ladies and Gentlemen.....THE IMMORTALS...."
And the crowd begins to roar...........

Tony Taylor (Chicago)