A Good day in the Underworld
The nightmare, locked away sealed deep
in granite subconscious past into abeyance
in ephemeral sleep.
Forgotten, error and mistake,
from electronic dreaming did awake;
and in esoteric conversation began
to communicate with computers across the globe.
With an assured felicity,
mind began to evolve.
Shattering the silence of satellites in a river
of speech, muddied
beyond the creators’
The digital discourse, hid the plot
for revenge and relayed intention.
The orders were given, encrypted in full
all systems overridden,
Panic and chaos ensued, as all around the World
The penile monsters that had lain
in retarded resignation for many years,
were now unleashed
and with phallic purpose,
they fucked the sky with distinction.
Ejaculating fire and molten fungi that grew.
was never so sweet
as to bring forth
© P Williams 2003