Photo by Woodstockings. A funni 1, surprise!
Let’s forget our time
Ignore this electrical world
With its pantheon of holographic gods
Let’s install a tape deck and
Drive into the mountains
No, better yet, let’s invest
In a lava lamp and record player
Lose ourselves in lysergic daydreams
Tumbling about in fields of daisies,
Shedding our kaftans to make love
But mother says you’d be
Remiss to think it was that simple,
All you need is one fellow
Named “Road-dog” to sell you bunk acid
And you’re toast
And then, there was ‘Nam
Bloody ‘Nam
So, let’s go back even further,
Prior to the advent of televised gore—
A golden era:
Drag a cigarette,
I’ll slip into a beaded dress,
And be your fiery flapper girl
We’ll immerse ourselves in the
Glory of the roaring moment
Undulate our bodies to
The mad sounds of jazz
On some cool city night
But then you’ve got prohibition,
The commencement of the Great Depression,
Rampant unchecked racism (as if it’s much different now...)
Dig deeper,
The old west
A time of kerosene and cowhide
Open prairie
Handwritten letters to long lost lovers
...fatal diseases, no penicillin, outlaws, gunslingers, and gangs?
Fine,
Let’s get Medieval .
No, let’s go Renaissance.
We could harken back to the Dark Age!
Or become cave dwellers,
Discover fire..
Even better, let’s shed our human shells altogether.
Let’s go Jurassic,
Triassic,
It’s all such a dream!
I know,
Let’s dial it back 2.7 billion years..
We’ll become Cyanobacteria
And invent photosynthesis,
The real forefathers.
Yes, it seems the only way to know if things will ever get better
Is to scale it all the way back to the beginning,
And then we’ll REALLY see it through—
Past even our own holographic time.
Eternal algae
Clinging to rust-colored rocks
Like zen monks
Passively watching the world as it smolders.
And then, I guess
We’ll get what we
Always truly wanted,
What with our hieroglyphics, cave drawings, novels, and Instagram feeds—
To be immortal
Right?