Too Much!
Christ! far far
far TOO much!
boosted by underwire bras a
trio
a spare the Head-pin 2- and 3-pin cohorts or consorts
descended on the quiet coffeeshop
nearly wrenching its door off its hinges outwards
and swept inside
unexposed
hidden behind
their artful masks of makeup
he recognised duly understood Halloween was on the horizon
but did they really have to push
it
shove
it on their faces
and in his
it seemed between Cosmetics plastic surgeries or otherwise
Financial fuckups
Military aw whaddahell fuckups and Pharmaceuticals
what
money was possibly left
or was it just
left behind for the time being
for Now
but WAIT!
Ebola vaccinations in the future
once
it gets really scary
its manufracturing
Complete
-- Nope
hed spoken over himself the Vaccines
were just gonna give Pharmaceuticals another
shot in the arm
as
did the breathless repetition and pronouncements of Terrorist Activity -- Oooh --
as
if they were something new
propping
up das Vaterland
-- Stop
Stop Stop
No heel
clicking bootstraps and goose-stepping he was wrong
erred
The
Homeland
he also recognised the
other helpless babe in the bassinet its
Twin
upset at
the sorry remaining sore teat
The Military
they were tightening the
Screws
Nothing to look at Move along
Move along please Nothing here
to see
and those refrains chiding
the somnambulists and willful zombies
walking past plugged
into
their various devises
and
Offline
The Inhumankind
he might suppose “We're an empire
now . . .
when we act, we create our own reality
And while (youre) . . . studying that reality -- judiciously -- we'll
act again,
creating
other new realities . . . ”
which would confer We make it up as we go
TOO much Makeup
Made up
as we gambol
towards Halloween on the horror risin
1319, Friday,
24 10. 14
