Steve Jobs Died Today

What a regrettable poem I have written today:
Crash, elastic
Torn and spent, wasted and
Misunderstood in the cold; in the cold isles and straights:
The seas that bewilder the mind
And those that get captured and capsized between leviathan lashes
Like that guy: Jules Verne on acid
Had a concentrated mind which is now diluted in tears
Entire oceans
Pour from his eyes
Bloodshot, fire, alive,
Burning, star-like spheres of energies
Of dying galaxies
Ramshackled
Transfixed on the lisp of nature’s tongue.
An exercise in poetics
Kalaethetics for brain
For expression
For hope of a new expression
The holistic, hell MINDFUCK of the millenium!
And this bliss
Making you feel you don’t need another thrill
Another chase scene
Another Steve McQueen
Another brother boyhood dream
Another tower engulfed in fire
Another freak to call your gimp
Another serial consumer to mow you over in the isle of Target
Another God to pray to on Monday because Sunday is booked up by other Gods
Most from India.

I booked a tour on the Ganges to swim with George Harrison’s ashes
I swam naked with his widow
In the tears she cried for him
Expedia should pull the tour
And bless his and her souls
For that matter we should all let the world turn without nostalgia
For it exists only in the mind, no more real than tomorrow
The air we breathe we borrow
And the sorrow we feel is only now
Like toothache we once had that hurt like hell, all but forgotten
The amalgam rotten
Mercury
Leaching
Into our cells to a cancer that swells in our fears
Traces found in our fears
We swill
We laugh
We experience a massive mass heart attack
And AED jolt – POW!
The pain subsides
We feel alive
Feel abuzz with a buzz
Then turn the cheek
And slaughter our kin without ever thinking again
And pain
And passion
Don’t last as long as our mental trash
And so we splash the news headache gray
For Steve Jobs died today.