Electric vitality of careening subways faster faster faster stations flash by in a blur. Pan god of Panic whips screaming crowds as millions of faces look up at the torn sky.
Off the track off the track. Planet is pulling loose from its moorings careening into space spilling cities mountains and seas into the void. Spinning faster and faster as days and nights flash by like subway stations. Iron penis chimneys ejaculate blue sparks in a reek of ozone. Tunnels crunch down teeth of concrete and steel, flattening cars like beer cans.
Graffiti eats through glass and steel like acid, races across the sky in tornadoes of flaming color. Cherry pickers with satin brushes big as a door inch through Wall Street, leaving a vast souvenir picture postcard of the Grand Canyon. Water trucks slosh out paint. Outlaw painters armed with paint pistols paint everything and everyone in reach. Survival artists, paint cans strapped to their backs, grenades at their belts, paint anything and anybody within range.
I'd like to meet:
Last act. The end. This is where we all came in. The final apocalypse is when every man sees what he sees, feels what he feels, hears what he hears. The creatures of all your dreams and nightmares are right here, right now, solid as they ever were or ever will be.
Music:
Skywriters dogfight collide and explode.
Telephone poles dance electric jigs with swirling crackling wires. Neon explosions and tornadoes splash through ruined cities.
Volcanoes spew molten colors as the Earth's crust buckles & splinters into jigsaw pieces. Household appliances revolt. Washing machines snatch clothes from the guests. Bellowing Hoovers suck off makeup & wigs and false teeth. Electric toothbrushes leap into screaming mouths. Clothes dryers turn gardens into dustbowls. Garden tools whiz through lawn-parties, impaling the guests, who are hacked to fertilizer by industrious Japanese hatchets. Loathsome and misshaped bulbous plants spring from their bones, covering golf-courses, swimming pools, country clubs, and tasteful dwellings.
Movies:
At my back, faster and faster, I always hear, "Hurry up! Energy ground down in two. Please, it's time, closing!"
Sidewalks and streets by billions of feet & tires erupt from manholes & tunnels, break out with volcanic force. Let it come down careening subways faster and faster stations blur by.
Television:
Pan whips screaming crowds with flaming pipes. Millions of faces look up at the torn sky. Off the track! Off the track! The planet is pulling loose from its moorings, careening off into space spilling mountains and cities and seas into the void, faster and faster.
Books:
Skyscrapers scrape shards of blue and white paint from the sky. The rivers swirl with color. Nitrous okras and reds eat through the bridges, falling into the rivers. Splashing colors across warehouses and piers & roads & buildings. Amocart floods in organic molds, stirring passions of metal & glass.
Heroes:
Steel girders writhing in mineral lust, burst from their concrete covers. Walls of glass melt and burn with madness of a million crazed eyes. Bridges buck cars and trucks into the rivers. The sidewalks run ahead faster and faster and faster . . . energy ground down into sidewalks and streets by billions of feet and tires. Erupts from manholes and tunnels, breaks out with volcanic force. Let it come down. Caught in New York, meet the animals of the village.
THE PIPER PULLED DOWN THE SKY!
