Playing With Lasers

Before there were streams
There were lasers
Those Dionysian springs
Dressed as parking lots
With Harod's hanging pardons
Patrons disguised as posters
Their favorite minstrels
So many towns away

But beamed between stations
The message was clear
Come to where we are
That transmission is still relevant
But treading water
The parking lot is flooding
So many empty cups, soggy pretzels

Soon there will be algae
Waste water
Bilge
They call it grey water
Then black water
After which they just stop calling

But in the event of a comeback
They can clean it up
Like the Olympics
But for kids who ride riffs
And play with lasers
--
2.20.13

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