OBSERVATIONS ON POSTMODERN THOUGHT

inside the little turmoil room

geometrical preoccupations with locating dusty hourglass theories

expired on the floor

dominate the day

tick tock sands of thought

all used up by endless hypothesizing about rigidity

small residual grains of straightedge linear thought

filter down to the basement

crumbling concepts that rebel

they can't take it any more

escape their fate

by wriggling down the basement drain

a rambling expedition of dilipated modern ideas

down down down through layers of terra firma

suddenly without warning

an abrupt collision

with a pack of slightly dead wagnerian viking kings

skulking underneath the sedimentary rock

ancient monarchs

eagerly anticipating residual muddy thoughts

to carefully shape and twist and mold into

brand-new redesigned repackaged abstract forms

that with great enthusiasm they projectile vomit back up

toward's the earth's surface

to be deposited underneath great churning mental wheels

wheels spinning up great lumps of new intellectual clay

violently dispersed about the vast artistic mental landscape

quickly hardening up into little dried sphinxes of invention

watered by 15-minute liquid Warhol nightmares

fertilized by a collective evolutionary psychology

of new Freudian cleopatric monuments to human brilliance

plucked out of the soil

and pocketed by beady-eyed dilettantes who use them

in their the king is dead long live the king intellectual transactions

as they carelessly embrace the death of cognition