THE GILDED PANOPTICON

Let them eat caked on grime,

convivial rootwork network,

Knee injury

simple home grown neuroscience,

face in the crowd,

sonic boom lunch, food for thought

erosion wind chimes,

kaleidoscopic neutron stars,

flea circus,

Bridge to nowhere,

French onion soup,

Fried bouillon cubes,

just to be different,

mainlining tofu,

chasing the tofu,

veins of gold in harpsicord synthesizers,

simulating ostrich,

flamenco urgency,

deriving aneurysm apocalypse,

from water-table musical chairs,

mutable metamorphosis,

of environment detained,

constant sorrow, upsurgency police,

Lillypad Karl Marx, Carl Jaspers, Carl Jung,

Sigmund Freud,

Asparagus tea extract,

don't cross the wires when diffusing a bomb,

no one's wants to piss off the wrong wire,

Your money or your life,

Benny Goodman,

I'm thinking...I'm thinking,

gravytrain squaw magnet, 

Cygnet Canadian goose,

Don't forget to call mom and tell her I love her,

Certain things we can say for sure,

there are  365.25 days in a year,

my heart usually skips a beat when I'm around a beautiful woman,

Water never in effect falls upward,

The revolution will most likely be televised,

the snails in the garden do make their lace,

raging against the dying of the light is healthy,

Fern hill is a poem most don't know,

Sir Edgar Allen Poe was not buried behind a wall,

Nevermore spake the raven,

Tennyson was he great,

why was Walt Whitman wild,

are all songs not poetry,

I gave at the office,

even the bard dies,

Leptons ate my Buick,

atom whirlwinds,

quark taste tests,

emergent domains,

cancelling the apocalypse,

honours of distinction,

shape-shifting bureaucracy,

vermilion crimson sunset,

set of my favourite film,

the gilded panopticon.

This is one of the world's first Haiku's written without form, extemporanously designed by consulting the runes, while failing Rorschach tests on the oracular character of the universe, while using telekenisis to press down the buttons, all while solving Pi to three and a half million numbers IN MY MIND. Good Times, Hours of fun.

Words Poem and image © 2016 Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos aka Rockwell Wilder