So Long as this Department Store Showroom is Moving Through Apocalypse Like a Spaceship Everything’s OK
Aisle 7 was a shocking pink commentary on late capitalism
delivered by a baboon in polka-dotted underpants.
It was fake news at its best,
clownish & sincere.
It even won an award from the Society for the Prevention of Deep Breathing.
This time, according to the newsreel,
they hadn’t bombed the munchkins into smithereens
but buried them in tons of plastic toy trash
from Disney & their competitors.
It was a great advertisement for the cartoon
that genocidal breakfasts had become.
No one will ever forget the image
of the Virgin Mary
clutching the limp body of her stuffed teddy
crucified for the sins of the good folk at Campbell’s Soup.
The sorrow went on forever & ever
but we tied on our aprons & made hot chocolate.
It was the American Way, or some way,
for those who’d lost their way.
This time we were resolved not to hear our parents calling not realizing
that our parents had resolved not to call.
This time there were too many people named Fred
who’d never been elected president
Life is like a camera
without film that you left in a closet
that has been carried off by camels.
Besides, you moved a long time ago.
If you don’t accept Hello Kitty as your personal savior
you don’t stand a chance of salvation.
And that’s not just my opinion.
It’s written in the directions of the new edition of Monopoly.
Check the fine print
if it hasn’t already leapt off the page
& into your bed
colonizing your brand new mattress
like an old coonhound.