You Can't Tell

For Peter Fleischacker (in lieu of the beloved original.) Pete, do you remember Duane's only existing manuscript, he sold you, entitled, 'Pariah'? There are no other examples in existence.

The World
is bedecked
with wasted out,
old wars,
and men
with money
but nothing
to do with it
and,
you can't see
you can't tell...

They've got the answers
and there are no more questions.

Over the river,
liquid mercury spins
and drops...

and salient tears run
across scarred faces
and seagulls
perch on bell towers
and they are deaf.

And babies dream,
grass-hoppers dream.
While Superman
flies across the sky,
leaving behind a trail
of dry-ice smoke.

Before dropping
onto and under
the harbor sea
(blue sky behind!)

Turning the 'Man of Steel',
by long distance, whilst
utilising state of the art,
enhancement equipped hardware,
three ultra-powerful techno-witches,
(with Kryptonite),
turned Soup
into a pure, solid, gold
statue, mid-flight.

and,
you can't see
you can't tell...

They've got the answers
and there are no more questions.

Looking like
Easter egg
tin foil,
thinly layered
with transparent
multi-colored
metallic enamels,
furnace blasted on.
Fierily melted
to stain and emit
from beneath
the light reflected
on the pure gold's 
metallic luster,
points of yellow light,
overlain with sheets
of clear color tinted,
(long since cooled),
glassy water skin.

and,
you can't see
you can't tell...

They've got the answers
and there are no more questions.

You go
to the supermarket
to buy soap
but,
the cash-grabber says:
"Sorry, money, only."
and you can't be
bothered any more
'cause the drawers
too far away...

and,
you can't see
you can't tell...

They've got the answers
and there are no more questions.

Then she says,
"You're pregnant!"
quickly realised,
you're aware
the space aliens
have begun
their attack plan,
on you,
in vitro!

and,
you can't see
you can't tell...

They've got the answers
but there are no more questions.