Overswept by
the vortex
of Cuban cigars
and Czech drama
in Jeffersonian jargon
the slanguage
of the masses
desecrated by
a TV news anchorwoman
the economy
of my brain
is destroying
the ozone layer
as input overload
causes short circuit
circa 1989
the lay people are confused
the law people are confused
the end of experimentation
ensures
the rebirth
of racism; sexism
the panic of
castle builders
on overtime
for $122 an hour
as another stiff
is starving
in a one star motel
drinking cheap beer
and eating
Dinty Moore beef stew
with a 19 inch
black and white TV
on the blink
and the sun is sinking
in the West
the variations on Rimbaud
& the obiter dictums
are stymied by the onslaught
of the sweet poison
of Jacquin’s
and Europa asks for a retrial
but the odds have always
been against me
functioning at half speed
I wearily tote
my body along
super highways drawn
across the American landscape
Nice Juxtapositioning
"lay people". v. "law people"
It always comes back to
It always comes back to juxtaposition