False Awakening

“In dreams begin responsibilities.”                     

 – William Butler Yeats                     










initial course:                   

bone clocks afloat                    

in nacreous troposphere –                    

cast-iron girders reek of rust                   

(helis a-chop-chop-chopping…)                    



plot course to cold ecstasy:                  

in life, in life,  the misty tribe                  

lie low!                   

lie low! the lay’s proleptic dream:                  

a thorn-crowned mainframe bleeding                  



And the Mad Poet cried: 



“Nightmare like beauty

of the catatonia bees – you    

swarm & squirm & opalize!                

Now gel into a mushroom cloud!                


                                 (Hear ancient bow collectors sizzle!)” 







Scenes from Douglas Trumbull’s Brainstorm (1983)



Peter Bies © 2012



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s