If I am the Answer
If I am the Answer
What is the question?
Where are the wild things?
Are they free from sin?
Is God a gentleman?
Does he live without, or within?
Or a galaxy?
If I am the Answer
What was the question?
Did it have the prosody and rhythm
of voices singing with freedom
as if pouring into the universe
all the consciousness of being?
If I am the Answer
What is going to be the question?
Will the galaxies dance in time
to the newfound pattern of rhyme
that unfolds in lolspeak
and the super sad love story
of a playschool messiah
on sixth grade construction paper
bent and folded into nothingness
and swallowed at just the moment
the spy is caught
and forced to hand over the document
But instead bites the poison pill
and disappears by force of will
And takes with him
the unborn
Of the sixth or seventh generation
like a red light on a telephone
Maybe the question was
Do you have any feelings? At all?
Or are you just
Happy to turn on the television
and listen to talk radio
and watch the spirit of your mother fade
into the spirit of your father's grave
and leave nothing
but a stone
Upon which is engraved
a bar code
That leads you here
to a poem
Where once I was
and now you are
I want you now
to look around
Enjoy
Everything
Before it all burns
What is the question?
Where are the wild things?
Are they free from sin?
Is God a gentleman?
Does he live without, or within?
Or a galaxy?
If I am the Answer
What was the question?
Did it have the prosody and rhythm
of voices singing with freedom
as if pouring into the universe
all the consciousness of being?
If I am the Answer
What is going to be the question?
Will the galaxies dance in time
to the newfound pattern of rhyme
that unfolds in lolspeak
and the super sad love story
of a playschool messiah
on sixth grade construction paper
bent and folded into nothingness
and swallowed at just the moment
the spy is caught
and forced to hand over the document
But instead bites the poison pill
and disappears by force of will
And takes with him
the unborn
Of the sixth or seventh generation
like a red light on a telephone
Maybe the question was
Do you have any feelings? At all?
Or are you just
Happy to turn on the television
and listen to talk radio
and watch the spirit of your mother fade
into the spirit of your father's grave
and leave nothing
but a stone
Upon which is engraved
a bar code
That leads you here
to a poem
Where once I was
and now you are
I want you now
to look around
Enjoy
Everything
Before it all burns
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