Friday, July 08, 2005

The School of Prophecy

In a time of listlessness and sucky weather, Son Rivers looks to the Old Testament for revival.
The New Prophecy (part one)

In the shadow of the roofline
each blade of grass falls victim to
psychological suggestion.

Look out Santa Monica!
The red grasshoppers nibble at
Leonardo DiCaprio.

Anarchy! Waiter bring
the check! My soup is underneath
a woodland of waves and virtual

comedians who deconstruct
reality for a song and dance.
The patron purchases a trance.

~Son Rivers 2005

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