"Killing A Catastrophic Utopia"
You swim with the ease of a lion,
Choking on the depth perceptions,
Of mediocre, wiretapped telegrams.
I watch you as you struggle,
Through tsunami sized seismographic,
Graffiti in our superfluous chasms.
Measuring the revolutions per minute,
With a revolution to end all evolution,
And a pretty cool hand cannon to kill those who besiege me.
In the middle of the day I notice something,
I noticed you had no pneumatic drills for planting your ideas,
Into our ideological homicidal intellects.
And all of this came to me,
While listening to silence,
And reading a book,
With the volume of nothingness,
Turned up a ghostly notch.