TOXIC ATMOSPHERIX, or THANKS A LOT

skimming the soft outer surface

    of our soft-headed sphere

crowding channels

glutting overhead streams

pulsating devil-talk

falls to earth

it is an irritant

even as it is, yes I know, 

a mere toxic return

of our own red-hot

undisclosed tumores

with no more space up there

the inner spheres are quickly flooded

with sweaty vapor

the roar that fills your ear is precisely

the space-junk verbiage

of the general harangue 

choked at its cognitive limit

now

that irritant invades

all speech

hurts heads

makes assholes burn

and worms itself into dreams

and now becomes the burden

of the incorruptible song

of birds

if you will listen: 

the mockingbird (mimus polyglottos)

even now recites

with clear voice and wide-awake sarcastix:

‘thanks a lot

  thanks a lot

thanks a lot

you dumbfucks

thanks

    a

        lot'

no one knows 

    no warrior

    no wise-man in hall

how long 

it will take the mimus

to forget that song