Terrestrialology

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Emperor patriarch
enemy family
encyclopedia room flamboyance
and the minions of civilization bow
creviced foreheads etched
with hieroglyphic concentration
pantomiming the harmony of
banana splits dripping on fireplace
slippers woven into the stories
your neighbors greeted you with
from the other side of the hedge
      
on the night the great comet arced
into our living rooms
and we kissed oh so TV-like
with the laugh track
clapping in time with the sprinklers
cha cha cha change the diaper ditty
after supper
over done
under the influence
and in a fix
me another martini
extra olives the smell of negligence
on her creamy pampered thighs
and the aromatic evidence
of lawn mower trim
on her teddy bareness
slips away into comfort the children
      
who are wagering battle
plans with mice
clicking crayons left in box cars
matched tickets scratched
hobo toxic shock n awe
to see abandominiums
littering lots in crackopolis
virtual and simulated
between the in-laws
and the outlaws
and the grand apparentless routine
on display


could I borrow a toaster
or waffle with your wife
over the last stick of butter
backdoor banter
about Soldier of Fortune
your last subscription
to the mercenary position of
the cul de sac coup d’état
taking place in spinning
class conscious
of the fourth estate
third world
second generation
first born zero
down home subdivisions
of the disenchanted
evening news is on excuse
      
that the whole thing is fixed
mortgage futures
the lottery tuition
and everybody wins
army navy air force
marines corpses
floating cross culture
reference guides
to prescription medication
of futile society
Jonesing with the keeping ups
and out of product till
primetime reminds us
why we’re all here
      waiting
for the aliens
      to excavate us.

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tazz317tazz317almost 12 years ago
FROM THE BUTTER IN THE TANGO

to space debris from the sky. TK U MLJ LV NV