How these pieces of rhetoric
Fall from our eyes with self-assured glee
Cast down as 9-5 eggshells, pieced together each day
And wriggle along the moon, upside down, walking a
Blurred-armed ceiling fan to toss them about,
And break up Space Control in tethered giggles
For a free heart is a bird in its [rib] cage
Pecking scant grains, incessant cawing
Of polemical poles and all the wise texts
Quoted by clean-shaven orators
A crowd bubbles in a series of nods
The cheers follow this afternoon
When a hotwax can melt again and again
Over a painted landscape dreary
Sponge-dabbed abstract of Greek myth
We told ourselves to eat the pill nightly
Did Icarus yawn of the sun's shimmering trap,
Ever think of Marianas far below?
What, with depths handsome folly goes
These words bandied about
Ourselves in these concave mirrors
Dressed in capes. Tongues, pills leech
Granite idol with a spraypaint nose job
The catcalls ring down from corp(us) banking spires
Like those nights shown in commercials
With a convertible and incredible youth
Imagine yourself Here
Pixelated in bloom, such fruit
Playing a Nick Drake song for our heartstrings
Pull the magnanimous creed acoustic
Of our beautiful, bandied freedom
To want unto the stars
Trained teenagers stuck on some
Pricey carousel, turning, never let go
Stay and welcome to the Funhouse of A.
Mad Hatter's tricycle into
A sunnyside-up abyss
This is your brain on drugs
This is your brain on rhetoric
The catcalls take the 'A' train
All the way to our lover's dark, gooey place
Heap ideals and images, dust the anxiety, only $19.99 (+ tax) ,
A special ring and a special price on Black Friday
Thanksgiving comes and goes
and no one puts in a word with dead shadows
In the hills and valleys
Split open with the sunrise and
Wedged with a cadaver's circumspect jackknife
Our desperately measured canyons
Where our homes sing odes to Convenience
It all rings of seasons indoors
And an alluring temperate geometry
A marketplace's scintillating void
Crazed on four one-way lanes downtown
These simple fixes
On a rundown fence with our neighbors
Can always wait
And an elegant string of pearls
We prematurely pulled
Can shimmer in Southern Living's magazine
Let us bless this feast today
Freed in our molded frenzy, sick from pulp
Revelry in these silky words bandied about our-self.
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