the search for life

fortune finding monkeys seek out
the last great thrill in existence

whilst in his tower
the man of boredom
hugs his crystal ball
in anticipation

what is left to find
to know

does he have time?

do giant mushrooms grow across
a rainbowed landscape
pierced with jagged
mountain men?

what do they find
but nuked and paved
magnificence
and waxed penguins
hiding hangovers
behind dark glasses
on their way to work

filing in
filing out
of lanes
of traffic
?

something in the air
has killed them

and the streetcleaners
sweep the poor beasts
into the gutters

where they rot in the veined
rivers of feces
that lie beneath
the sterile
face of civilization