Tuesday, December 18, 2012

“The Manipulation of Surfaces”

Ocean sleep waves goodbye,
Fractured by golden shards.
Carpet scrunches like mini shrubs
‘Neath the feet of giant bards.

The daily fete of plastic touches
Blooms anew each yellow invasion.
Formica, glass, stainless steel,
Shifted in line for current occasion.

Sounds never forested pronounce
Excuses to feel justified for living.
Enter the ether neighborhood, aware
Gimp stares, alohas for the giving.

Plug into the labor module,
Predetermined time-lapsed boredom.
Taste the taste tested by the taste test.
Consider living in the mall, like Mom.

Home again, home again,
Jiggity, jig.
Escalator staircase ride eclipses a
Need for strides, in this cemetery dig.

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