21 Grand Reading Report (part 3)



[with apologies to Ron Silliman for stolen lines]



There’s no hold on fairy bread

In the charcoal park, where Viagra Falls

Is a spouse stripping naked to a techno beat.

This is CNN in women’s clothing,

You say to the two-tone dentist, warm

With a normal profit and baggy shorts.

Those incomprehensible sandals strap

Themselves to anything around.

In the silence of the looms you can hear the candied

Thump of well-being, its hair teased out

To impossible lengths. Does anybody know

Which side bread’s buttered on, what ghosts

Rise to pave the clanking hills?