mystery science poetry 2000

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.. . .and this is all happening now

this poem of the century

oh,yeah man the future looks bright

where there's light--

who put the darkness out--

and what was all that darkness for anyway?

 

right now

the poem of the century is

sending the poet off to school

in despised pig tails and 35cents

for a hot meal after watching apollo

land on an alleged moon. right now somebody is inventing the "chia

pet."

 

right now, that is not the world

the poet chooses to see

beyond the wars and the poverty,

the disease and the uncaring meat which

seems to people the planet. that was the bad dream. right now the

poem of the century is in a good dream. the century's over, and i've

learned too much, consumed too many products, amassed too many

electronic devices, driven when i could have walked, zigged when i

should have zagged. but all that's over.

 

the poem of the century is a good dream.

in this one is peace

and no assembly is required.

 

as the century ends,

oh if it could! that is the exhileration --

that is the mini thrill. as if we could just leave it all behind! fat

chance, bucko!

that takes forgiveness

that takes all the now you can sit with

that takes seeing that the next guy is only as good as your worst hair

day

--that the next guy is you--

then you can end the century.

for some of us, it already has,

with little outward bravado. . .

 

 

as the century ends, the poem of the century is vital, is now, is inward

looking and outward loving. it is essentially nondual. it is heart.

it is you.

heart beating between the lines.

 

this poet will send heart beats to you all and the universe when her

clock chimes twelve. no special plans: eat the rest of that hickory

farms cheese ball from christmas. hug a tree. yippeeee.

 

the poem of the century, waking y2k ready

since

peace

dawned

 

love and many zeros!

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