Bedridden
and burning up,
I look at the bright
parade of nothingness
and commerce
spitting out of
the vulgar square
in the corner of my room.
One after another
some man's idea of a woman
gets called and sent out
to sit cross legged
in between
some failed DeMille's
dream of
a smart ass refrigerator
and an air freshener practicing
alchemy.
Did you know how much money
people can save
by spending money?
English people are so polite.
With the right man
a woman can really
have it all.
The green dress
on the brown woman
selling her family
on the rocky mountain
projected poise,
smoothness,
and star power.
The comedienne
and the mummy
with a speech impediment
are relieved to find
the brown woman
was not a red comanche.
There's so much
I need to learn.
People can't get enough
petroleum and insurance.
People can't get enough
reality from this thing.
If you look really hard
into this square I'm told,
you'll see yourself being
watched and adored
by everybody else
looking into this thing
searching for themselves
being watched and envied
by you.
Keep dreaming.
4 comments:
television - just shoot it.
It's a shite pile but where would the football come from?
I get with the program. God I love your work.
Why Thanks J-Squared. I quite like yer work too. Especially the whale skeleton piece I saw a few yarns back. Top shelf, that was.
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