The only things left
intact
are the rubber balls rocking inside an open metal cage
the porcelain teapots had no chance, neither did the plastic t-shirts, eel
lectric lectronics
The crowd will carry us
voluminous and entrancing
brace your elbows
crack your knuckles
asphyxiation will only take the weak
Washing the blood off entrance doors
she wipes her underpaid brow
picks up a hand
tries to find whose torso it belongs to, not bad considering
it looks like two tornadoes
went dancing, then one got liquored up
bickered with the Barbie doll aisle,
now Barbie has one leg and a
little girl cries, shhhhs, capitalism
When we get home we put up lights
make a pie, admire the fights we attended for our children.
Notice: This Friday will require one sacrifice
human, employee or non
you can always blame someone else
shut your eyes
listen to the trance of the black box