Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Yesterday's Gods."
(Heavy-Metal-Poetry. Sorry folks.)
"Yesterday's Gods."
...FROM ZEUS TO GOD, from JUPITER TO JOVE, from Buddy Holly to David Bowie, from Madonna to Taylor Swift, from Jesus to Mohamed, from paycheck-to-paycheck, wotcha-gonna-DO? Times ARE hard. "The good old days never were." (Plato) It's SO hard to keep up with humanities mythical/spiritual/obsessive/historical Rock & Roll fashions upon which this flying rock/globe/this volcanic sponge (the EARTH) upon which we thrive (?), hurtling on its cyclonic dynamic through the universe, all pedal to the metal, accelerating - last clocked - at 18,000 miles per second, hoping (?) not getting a ticket for a D.U.I. from a local provincial COP/"Barney Fife goon"-assuming, PLANETS are TEA-TOTAL.
A Cadillac or Volkswagen, Sampan or Super-yacht? It's ALL atoms or "dark matter", an Artists paradise. We carpet the heavens. A comfort-canopy to allay our fears of NOTHINGNESS. And as for the "chaotica" of primaeval/Egyptian/Greek Mythology, a scratch on the paint job of your treasures, your Maserati-Auto? Roman Poet OVID in his classic work: METAMORPHOSIS in God-style POETIC-PORN tells ALL: The Gods? Their gig is always about getting plundered, folks getting struck down, murder-"de rigeur", INCEST, women RAPED, all confused, but mostly within this chaos, the GODS having a jolly good time! -Which, alas is mirrored by WE mere mortals here below (Hollywood?) on a super-screen who - wisdom less - we (The Rocky Horror Show/Slasher-movies) still feel the need to SCREAM?
The harder they come... & Pride comes before a fall; the redundant "denouement" of Medievalism, Cults, ISLAM, mindlessly chanting in a Hijab or a Shawl. GOD WILLS IT!? -The Crusaders cried. And bloodied the streets of Jerusalem...And look above! The Night sky! VENUS, goddess of Love! U can see her every night. And, OH! Look. There's MARS! The red planet. The God of War. NEPTUNE, as blue as the Caribbean. And (by Jove!) there's JUPITER. Big guy. Apparently, HE is the vacuum cleaner of the solar systems comet/meteor detritus. All the night-skies cyclical dynamic on view of our universe &, perhaps, a glimpse of TIME. Of eternity? Which begs the question a 'la the song by 1960s folk singer Sandy Denny: ""Where does the Time go?", a POKE, a pocket full of miracles which we yet abuse, un-controlled on this spongy-hurtling ORB, this Earth, mindlessly wondering... rudderless as we try to control our course on this ship of fools. Yesterday's Gods.
SO! Has anyone got any jokes?...
c.2026. Dave Delacroix.
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