Tántalos to Defend the Pride of Theft ~ Friday, October 30, 2026

Do the Trains Not Run on Time, Nostalgia?

Do not listen while "Turn me on, dead man"
orbits "Revolution 9" in reverse

the choice to tune in, turn on, and drop out
how generations plan how to unplan
each decision with schemes ready-to-hand

tripping the liquid sunshine dazzle curse
reverse the playback on the vinyl grout
answers to the meaning of life question
insanity as castles made of sand
not to state the obvious but language
serves the reader as a guide to the swifts

not to imply augury as to gauge
omens, scan how a tectonic plate shifts
temblors shake the earth with indigestion

run, run, run, run, run, breathe in and breathe out
underneath that façade is a mirror
never in a million years would they know

only if they read the newspaper, doubt
nothing but the naysayers filled with guilt

tremblors occur, without a doubt, a lout
imagines he could elicit terror
messengers as angels dressed for a show
emerge from the stage lights, as children pout

nostalgia to remember the horror
only for Tántalos does the wind blow
still húbris can never contain her pride
tall order, a hungry and thirsty kilt
allows for actions without punishment
lagging behind a lack of contrition
giants in the wings await banishment
initiation starts with the ignition
again Apus apus trembles inside

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