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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Amorphous Chromosome
[time] => 2006-05-08 07:31:19
[hometext] => *this personal poem explores an Orwellian nightmare vision of the future... but in a fun way...*
[bodytext] => I logged on to 'your-poetry.com' To read the poem `Amorphous Chromosome' And I was surprised to see my obituary Which stated that I had died in 2004 The year that I was born I quickly logged off `Horrible horrible internet!' I cried I turned on the TV It was the national news They suddenly started showing Clips of a woman; Dr. Margaret Mayfair, An attractive Professor Who had been chief advisor To the Minister for Science According to the newscaster She had been killed While testing a new drug That was supposed to Tame wild mushrooms From attacking our cities cerebellum The broadcast was suddenly interrupted A group of giant mushrooms filled the screen They chanted in unison In an eerie whine `red, orange, blue, green' `red, orange, blue, green' I turned off the set I was upset The woman was my mother All at once the phone rang I picked up the reciever A voice spoke `Charles, listen to me…' It was my voice `You, we are in great danger. You need to listen carefully. The blue capped mushrooms Are tapping this phone. I must be quick… Aeeeiiieeee!' I heard a muffled murmur `red, orange, blue, green' `red, orange, blue, green' The line went dead I scratched my beard I dialled A number only I knew Which had come to me in a dream Where mushrooms had operated On my brain Implanting these eight glowing digits The phone rang at the other end And was answered `Hello?' I hung up Because I had heard The chilling voice of a mushroom Hastily I gathered up my few possessions And bolted for the apartment door I got the key in the slot And scurried down the hallway The hall seemed to be longer than before Then I heard a hissing sound I looked down My possessions were melting My laptop, my mobile, my pager All dissolving into hot slime I finally got to the end of the hallway Dived thru the door And then I felt a shiver of horror I was back in my flat And the walls were weeping blood The TV switched itself on A terrible wailing sound Emanated from the set And the screen filled With the shape of a giant mushroom Then the TV started to expand It was as big as a desk, And still growing I was cornered The screen began flashing And the wailing increased in volume There was a suction coming from the screen From the image of the mushroom The set now filled All of one wall Things around me started to get sucked Into the screen; a coffee cup, a lampshade A remote control All disappeared into the sucking fungus vortex My control was remote I looked around for weapons An eggwhisk, a walkman… Nothing Now the TV filled half the room And it's power was pulling me in I grabbed the plug from the wall And yanked it out The room shook The windows burst inwards And the TV continued growing The mushroom began chanting horribly `red, orange, blue, green' `red, orange, blue, green' With my last bit of strength, I clambered onto the windowsill I noticed outside was a policeman I cried to him for help He elongated his neck up to the fifth floor And said `You have been bad!' The TV mushroom Roared, rocking with mocking laughter Well, there was nothing else for it I jumped Grabbing the policeman's neck And sliding down safely to the ground Or so I thought The ground was changing Beneath my feet I started to run And as I was trying to flee The ground became quicksand I began to sink Though I tried to continue running I was rooted to the sprout And slowly sinking in the morph My grandibles, nice as they are, Were gently fondulating, Riding wurps in a wurmhole I snarted atoms into cramp atomically `Gurp!' the pingle ton mushroom one I snarted again Birth fumplings birkin beggar `Nar har har! Life begins afresh in squarbles… Enjoy your life, it may be your last!' The chimbly said I looked at the chimbly snarting away Crushing gusts of birkin rushed Thru my soul White lightbones hit my sight Pouring thru my shattered self A diamond was in me like a guiding light I pushed I wriggled The light got brighter I pushed again thru pain A purple haze enveloped me I felt warm hands reaching for me Suddenly I was pulled out into the light And lifted up I let out a great gasp for air Below me I saw my mother The doctor cut the umbilical cord then And placed me on my mother's breast `Congratulations Mrs. Mayfair! He's a fine strong lad' Said the doctor `In fact, I've never seen A healthier looking baby' I closed my eyes and slept Dreaming of my coming death And the end of `Amorphous Chromosome' [comments] => 0 [counter] => 266 [topic] => 43 [informant] => vitamin_joe [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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