as in a colonial outpost
local do-good cablers
on pass-the-microphone-tv
make Rimbaud’s
“oxidize the gargoyles”
sound like the butler
in the “Red Dwarf”—
not the town,
the walls, are painted red
for years & years
the households suffer
bloated ill-temperament,
the way personal crises
can continue in an
underlying manner—
the reminder is
“don’t ignore the abject.”
that reminds me—
these parliamentary candidates
are those Baudrillard
would call
“a conjuration
of imbeciles”—
chaotic music backgrounds
their flaggy luncheons,
their floral tributes
deny any opposition,
their militaristic hobbies—
fokkerschmidt submachine
diesel boot the bottom line.
scanning the windows
of Cash Converters
for stolen cell phones,
the ground trembles
as traffic exits the shopping
complex parking station,
in fuck-the-reader-Timezone
the premature ejaculators,
their fingers on the game,
hoot for joy every time
they destroy another animation.