while you were out sucking dicks with James Franco
the oiled gears were working
to shift their identity
while machines were digging tunnels
under Rothschild Island
the eclectic fits of rabbits brainwashed
by holy morning dew
on the feed source arrayed
oh very essence
that is molten force
be it literature or the fallen anemic worm
at the queued intersection
between the ’twas isn’t
never once began the existence
several instances of chemicals
poured down etheric drain
the further brain of Tesla
reaches forward through time itself
grasps random soul cortices
remaining human values
feels the pressure in palms
of the very flesh of Vishnu