" THE PORTAL "

On the moon, I feel the presence of limousines
During the months of swollen logic
A velvet portal
Denies it's 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 awaken, one by one,
In silk pajama's
They approach the final stage
"The Booming"
Announcement:
"Ladies and Gentlemen!!....THE IMMORTALS!!..."
And the crowd
Begins to roar....

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)