Poem: "the last party on earth left you off the guest list" by Scott Wannberg ... (featured in the Autumn Issue of Luciole Press)
Posted by kluciole at 9/9/2009 10:40 PM 
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Categories: news, Politics, National, Luciole Press, History, International, Friends, Cultures, Art
the last party on earth left you off the guest list
i saw the mayan race late last night
they weren't running so well
they were hobbling in and out of my consciousness.
you guys have been missing for a long time,
i yelled at their thin retreating backs,
and many people have lost sleep wondering
where you all disappeared to.
they didn't seem to care and became invisible
just when my phone barked. it was a salesman
telling me what i needed to do
in order to escape my debt.
i don't owe you a thing, jack,
i mumbled and hung up.
i thought i might educate myself a bit,
turned on the You Just Got To Believe channel.
they were throwing a boisterous last party on earth
but i didn't see you there and
began to shiver, as i know you just can't ever
turn down a party, no matter who's
throwing it.
did you offend someone?
did you speak up in a crowd of docile mutes?
you can always find shelter
in my hovel.
i can't cook or tell jokes,
but i'll never say no to your face
(maybe to your back).
the right reverend shadrach uptown
blows his intense sax of a sermon,
from his pulpit in a nuclear submarine.
we are all sinners in the molten eye of god,
he slobbers, and one of his buxom aides
wipes his sweaty brow with a wash cloth.
the molten eye of god isn't at the last party on earth, either.
maybe you and it are in a motel near some unknown beach.
maybe you and the molten eye of god
are playing scrabble
deliberating over whether health care reform will
ever be possible in this country.
shad uptown and his aquiline six
just cut a new cd that will help you atone.
i'm already atonal,
i tell the guy doing guard duty.
a pity he's got narcolepsy
and when the magi finally get wise
they'll shorten their prison sentences.
the last party on earth
just lost its dj.
everyone is maiming everyone else
in order to put on the next musical selection.
eventually the drinks run out,
and the landlord will call and scream for
you to turn down the volume.
i've been looking for all my paltry 56 years here
in this house of crazy glue
for a way to turn the volume down.
i haven't reached home plate
but second base has some very garrulous
tap dancers squatting on it.
scott
florence,oregon
july 22 2009
At Luciole Press: www.luciolepress.com/Scott
they weren't running so well
they were hobbling in and out of my consciousness.
you guys have been missing for a long time,
i yelled at their thin retreating backs,
and many people have lost sleep wondering
where you all disappeared to.
they didn't seem to care and became invisible
just when my phone barked. it was a salesman
telling me what i needed to do
in order to escape my debt.
i don't owe you a thing, jack,
i mumbled and hung up.
i thought i might educate myself a bit,
turned on the You Just Got To Believe channel.
they were throwing a boisterous last party on earth
but i didn't see you there and
began to shiver, as i know you just can't ever
turn down a party, no matter who's
throwing it.
did you offend someone?
did you speak up in a crowd of docile mutes?
you can always find shelter
in my hovel.
i can't cook or tell jokes,
but i'll never say no to your face
(maybe to your back).
the right reverend shadrach uptown
blows his intense sax of a sermon,
from his pulpit in a nuclear submarine.
we are all sinners in the molten eye of god,
he slobbers, and one of his buxom aides
wipes his sweaty brow with a wash cloth.
the molten eye of god isn't at the last party on earth, either.
maybe you and it are in a motel near some unknown beach.
maybe you and the molten eye of god
are playing scrabble
deliberating over whether health care reform will
ever be possible in this country.
shad uptown and his aquiline six
just cut a new cd that will help you atone.
i'm already atonal,
i tell the guy doing guard duty.
a pity he's got narcolepsy
and when the magi finally get wise
they'll shorten their prison sentences.
the last party on earth
just lost its dj.
everyone is maiming everyone else
in order to put on the next musical selection.
eventually the drinks run out,
and the landlord will call and scream for
you to turn down the volume.
i've been looking for all my paltry 56 years here
in this house of crazy glue
for a way to turn the volume down.
i haven't reached home plate
but second base has some very garrulous
tap dancers squatting on it.
scott
florence,oregon
july 22 2009
At Luciole Press: www.luciolepress.com/Scott
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