shock & awe

as computers line up
doing jobs
we cannot do anymore
the middleclass grovels in front of neon
shots of American royalty,
becoming imitations of the same gilded bareness.
the more therapists graduate
to stack us on couches
and stack us with orange perscriptions,
so that we fall in love over desks instead of over dinner.
the more
exhausted girls and boys
claw one another until frantic death
feels like love,
until they wail bent lyrics
dying in darkrooms
aglow with hysteria.

july 2nd 2005