Here is a place for safe keeping of wares
of which no one cares
about
or for
anymore
You see, objects must possess
utility
not the other way around
I thing...
Superfluous, miscellaneous and etceteras,
come small and tall, starting with the most
noticeable of all
It loiters and litters
on street corners,
posing as a service,
always empty: full of germs
a fishbowl sometimes
where will Superman change?
On such urban safari
look with caution for painted ladies,
who shoot straight from the rosehip
Mark's men, and the Law, a Band
of bureaucratic brothers
and Brothels bumping,
candles burning the midnight
body oil, spraying caution to the wind
the freight car goes by interrupting
notching our mechanical life on rails
the weight we take, mobile homes
and gypsies on tour
The cash we don't carry, the phones we don't answer,
the answering machine will get it
page me if it's important, 911
I'm looking for a music video
on TV, not the radio, with a dial
Zero for the operator, Information?
What now?
Caught on tape,
Scotch?
velcro, pump-ups
knee-highs and high rises
choked ankles with pegged pants
rags brand new, faux fur, and real feathers
the cats meow, the hum of things unseen
in our wireless world
always on
radio waves attacking the video star
we hear nothing
too busy wherever we are
on GPS
tagged
checking in
and signing out.
ECho, Echo, echo, cho, o
Are we in here too?
Image By Conrad Poirier [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
