the new frontier

the new frontier

A Poem by Anna Auel

Godzilla stormed the keep
of the 90’s,
                 wild hair angst-ridden
music nose-pierced frenzy,
he stomped about and screamed and everyone heard

sought to understand the a-sexual�"

it’s mythically scientifically proven! Cried the fake doctors in fake lab coats and black plastic lens-less fake glasses (you know, so it doesn’t give the off a glare on-camera)�"

wunderkind with the burning eye
but he and Ewan McGregor’s jedi smile brought the decade to a
close
one last celebration before Y2K (The horror! a fake scientifically proven prediction by those same doctors about the monster who would turn the clocks back to zero and silence computers and destroy civilization faster than
a radioactive
giant clawed footprint).

the only thing that happened is that the following year
the world grew darker and less full of promise. Or maybe we did.
We stopped having any fun.
gave in to our fears of not succeeding, let the
night have a freepresspass.

where is Godzilla now?
crushed.
the age of the superhero has dawned,
now the hulk, the most tortured of the colorful cadre
become the most beloved�"hulk smash.
(that movie was a hulking smash)

we love him because he smashes, because we want to smash.
because we are angry.
we want to bury all the pain and cruelty
                    in rubble.
and celebrate with a sandwich.



© 2012 Anna Auel


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A compelling read, made me smile with nostalgia, very cleverly structured and written.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on June 13, 2012
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Tags: postmodern, Godzilla, Y2K, superheroes, the Hulk, smashing

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Anna Auel
Anna Auel

Shepherdstown, WV



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I graduated in 2010 from a small liberal arts college with a degree in English. I work for a periodontist during the day, in my spare time--though I long to make it full-time, but am stymied by the ne.. more..

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