The Ideal Science
As praise is sent the way of fresh screens Both backlit and mesh Its grey form rests self-effacingly in the corner of the room Humble and unobtrusive Directed now by one culinary artist The green light is lit again As it growls and creaks, the old masters are disposed of And new outlines are established The revolution commences Barrels roll in quick succession Fluorescent soy, banana skins, and creamy grains collide Deep fried chips fuelling the process Microscopic organisms and luminous creatures emerge Overlayed and misaligned They multiply in rapid succession Enveloping all that the mouth is fed Blue and yellow serpents Coil around seven experimental signatures The hypnotising waves Whirling forth from inky palms