Transversal

Gord Downie plays the sardonic,

ignorant card about the non-commentator

fakes above and below forty-nine from

his perch above forty-nine all while

being a poet in his own right and

this happened an unlucky number

of years in the past,

while in the present time

in a boom town south of forty-nine,

a non-commentator wannabe glimpses

at a photographic remnant of a furry

bad luck symbol in need of libation,

and it warns him not to piss in the

bathroom sink in the future.

 

Down below the wet cannonball,

in the third-world scenario from an

episode of Life After People,

necrotic flesh and inbred, inept,

inanimate objects that pass for

scions of medical relief are the

order of the moment for everybody

in the place that instruct the

rudiments of knowledge to

future generations.

 

And he wonders if pissing in

the bathroom sink put him on

the proper side of the transversal

with the fly-highers or the high-flyers,

as the inbred, inept, inanimate object

of a fat f**k told him some years ago

before failure to comply actually had

some bite behind it.

 

Like when four elements actually

meant four elements, before it was

multiplied by the enigma that routinely

a*s-fucked Ace Ventura once upon a time

in a galaxy on a theater screen near you.

 

And when pissing on a feline

swimming in a toilet was acceptable

behavior once upon a time.

 

Gord Downie named the song

Chagrin Falls for a reason,

because irony is scrumptious

when it’s high in the middle

and round on both ends.

 

Phantom power poetry indeed!

Author's Note

The title does not fit the theme, which is just what happens when a bunch of ideas come together, some from yesterday, some for days before and the right music just fermented the yeast to grow this bready poem you see now.

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[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Government and corporate big wigs hold too much power over the people, they try more and more to tell us what is good for us when really it is to boost their power and pockets.