FEBRUARY  2010
 

SNACK WHORE / KILLER PLANET / GLOBAL PIE-CHART PIZZA

GLOBAL PIZZA

gods are hiding, waiting in deep orbit
to swoop down and devour the
final tidbits of human habitat...

Tho, we could be lucky,
half-baked, troubled only
by mosquitoes and lava,
frantic snows and loons,
life signs dancing on a
lonely lake of bubbles.

Subtle fact is, were stuck,
sooner we live like worms
the safer we'll be - getting
quaked by fireballs and
lake effect methane, acts
too insane to deflect.

Too long we've bet on the
ultimate snack whore, killer
planet, global pie-chart pizza:
mankind steaks next on the
menu, more barbeque? No
need for us and or Al Gore?

The music has long been
scored, scenarios played
out with recycled cycles
of wild zodiac procession,
animal symbols prancing
to the cackle of mid-wives.

Snack or be snicker-snacked,
oil fired ovens pre-heating,
do we question our slackery?
Grab the side-aisle seating,
all you can do is crane necks
and watch our little blue speck.

Sopped in our own fondue
because of protocols nobody
wants to pursue, despite the
underground clues since our
ancestor pollywog comeback
from layers and layers and

layers of artist's charcoal
and buckets of mars black.

jw paint by numbers  © Jimmy Warner, 2010