Thursday, February 21, 2008

new poem

Our Bodies are Cheap Real Estate

Everyone is talking about the old roads, the good roads.
Everyone's all, "Yeah, yeah, Fellini." Yeah, huh. This
generation is the Ass To Mouth Generation. That's because
our bodies are cheap real estate and no one should leave Dean
in charge of grandma's house. Who thought that was a good idea?
Um, the leaves are coming back soon, does anyone wanna krump
with me? I'll be outside. Oh, angular Texas. Someone forgot it.
How can we all be expected to fit in this contraption. This is
unreliability at its finest. The boys are doing Oxy again. Off
the teeter-totter? By the bird's nest? No? Do that thing again
with your vocal chords. The talking things. Deemed hereafter
"social networking." It's a little like watching people
publicly degrade their children. Alec Baldwin. Dresser drawers
emptied. Void of pizzazz. They have closed the road due to an
overturned wigwam. Someone had it in the back of their F-150.
It was shoddily constructed. It had a family in it.


Willie Ziebell said...

The last bit made me smile, but the smile had a tinge of sadness to it.

Mike Young said...