A hot air balloon advertising
a real estate company drifted
silently across the clear blue sky.
Earlier a blimp advertising
life insurance had buzzed through the sky.
Golfers are bumping balls into holes
cut into irrigated green grass.
Advertisers are bumping shoulders
in the clear blue sky above the grass.
This is the order of the new world
after the turn of the century.
As above, witches say, so below.
Gas lines are exploding with a roar
and a thunder man has never heard
or at least someone says they’re gas lines.
Linus says you can only witness
the Great Pumpkin if you discover
a sincere pumpkin patch to wait in.
As above, witches say, so below.
This is the order of the new world
after the turn of the century.
Someone’s bumping shoulders in the sky.
Something’s cutting holes into the grass.
I look at empty lots every day
and not many of them look sincere.
I don’t see any pumpkin patches
that aren’t supplied and engineered
by the dark wizards at Monsanto.
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The BMW Championship at Cog Hill
“Monsanto’s Zombies”
The Great Pumpkin at Wikipedia
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