Welcome to Lotus Land (after Tony Hoagland)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 816

Maker:0x4c,Date:2017-9-26,Ver:4,Lens:Kan03,Act:Lar01,E-Y

Because therapy heals all worlds: 
Welcome to Lotus Land.

The workers
        the proletariat
        the sea-mines
        the TSA Agents of the Mind
                shoot back to zip me away from gnosis.
Their neon swims across my whimsy metrics 
        in the small, air conditioned room.
Whales tornado a hundred thousand phrenology busts.
Warm, oozing cherry wood wands my birdcage.
Me in the center as a campfire. Beeping.

That's why I abandoned the mast for swine.
There's too much good television now. 
A speedboat mustn't consider sails. 

Odysseus' men slither across their barnacled flesh.  
A thousand Athenas for the taking. 
I chase the abandoned speedboat
        then give up the ghost.
Sacrifice can make me whole again,
        says the whales.

The workers — using only her blowholes — tie me 
        to the television above her 
        polystyrene-smeared lipstick. 
The workers tie on her marvelous golden sandals. 

This cool shade sweeps me.
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