I sometimes feel like a grumpy old man...

[billy]

i'm a beatle fan so i got one of thme (only one has an identifier on it

anyway, the poem. it's a little psychotropic to say the least. after a few reads it's not as trippy as one might think. i'm sure the 1st stanza needs a little edit but i don't know where or how maybe make it more accessible to the reader.

thanks for the read.

Moments before cones stop polarizing color now i got to the bottom, the top becomes i alive, the cones are in the eye of the beholder clever and good (unless i'm off the mark )
sofas and CD racks hover lonely atop impotent sunlight.
But they're just slow thinkers in this twilight:
I videoed my flat screen, 7 to 9pm,
and discover it wobbling about, babbling to a vase. after i read this stanza i think i was tripping, it feels very Salvador Dali, but i don't get it, nor the age reference from the title. okay it's as trippy as i thought, but still trippy

Outside, what light that lingers orbits street lamps:
orbs of unstable fissile material,
or colonies of impatient fireflies, instantly whizzing away
after I impact glass with my baseball bat. again, very trippy (the street lights seem to be very low) it has a good Luddite feel to it.

I make nervous ellipses about this aging dimension.
One mindless flick will zoom electricity in to kill the twilight:
a late 19th century murderer, flashing like a peacock,
threatening hostages with Maxwell's florescent hammer*. no real probs with this stanza, (take away the little star think and make the poem less of a quizz

I lust for the time before Orsted, nice use of the name instead of the measurment
when lives broke sun-up/sun-down,
candles churned out intellectual endeavors,
and society didn't mainline alternating current. this stanza is almost excellent, it has the anger, it has reference to bygone times it has it all.



*You get points from me if you know both references... no googling