REVOLUTION'S NIGHTMARES

In our embrace,

trance, spun tires,

for all the love in the world.

Retroactive regimes of daycare and care care,

fear of cars and fast moving objects,

passion's instant cascades into the unexpected.

Children becoming doctors and addicts,

the catacombs of class,

umbilical corduroy cadence cascades,

echoing amulet slipped disk sun God.

Amen Ra, Bubba Ho Tep,

beer on tap,

ambient conjecture,

eradicating the need for revolutions.

I hold you an instant longer than fear holds me,

and in that moment,

worlds speak, amniotic vernaculars.

Fantasy lineage, tracking Apollo,

amnesty's burbank mad bank California

in copious legitimacy, lingering panoply,

of perforce prescience.

Caliphate of cornucopial magistrate,

encircling the square in virtruvian metacosmos.

Somewhere between a pin drop, and the atomic megaton,

salamander shaped crackers,

bring back memories of childhood...

the Morning After,

the day before,

ripplecast in,

the retroactive redundancy of,

revolution's nightmares.

Poem and image © 2016 Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos aka Rockwell Wilder