Stranded in the Shopping Malls of Baal

A Litany by Hagan



And then it hit him,
He'd been there for weeks
Helplessly spitting into tiny buckets of solvent
Watching displays rotate in their fury
Stranded in the Shopping Manns of Baal.

He tried to laugh
But only convulsed,
lathering his lips with bloody spume
The officionados glanced up from their paperwork
For all time
Stranded in the Shopping Malls of Baal.

Suck up to an M60 A2 under heavy fire.
Missile fire concussion tries to squeeze your brains out.
Heat exchangers gush with ecstacy greeting
red-eyed ordinance sniffing infra-red vapors
Stranded in the Shopping Malls of Baal.

The Soft Machine smiles sweetly
placing a firm hand to your back
permitting a glimpse that paralyzes your soul
"Yes, it really IS in my best interest, after all"
Stranded in the Shopping Malls of Baal.

The Trapezoid reeled and sank
into the Fractal quagmire returned the arc's tangent screams
Bisecting the lateral entropy with astonishing results.
There's enough data here to placate the inspector
Stranded in the Shopping Malls of Baal.

Corpuscles surge, bile fluids pump
and thrilling hormones glutting glands with
secrecious overemphasis on chemical emotional response
at the olfactory invitations of sweating beasts at rest
Stranded in the Shopping Malls of Baal.

Seductive glimmerings hook onto, then reel in
the flabby portions of your numbed and dizzy awareness
as pizza eaters saunter auto-responsively round the dias
electing to be instructed in the dispassionate disciplines
   of Huh!  HAAR HAAR
Stranded in the Shopping Malls of Baal.
Stranded in the Shopping Malls of Baal.
Stranded in the Shopping Malls of Baal.