Poem: Ads

 

Ads

 

flickering soothsayers,

conga lines of clowns on sprees,

 

half images,

sleights,

lewd phantasmagoria

 

whirlpooling to tapdance

 

and drag human eyes

through a sordid gyre—

 

as if we ‘consumers’

were victims of dangerous urges.

 

but really

 

we baptized ourselves

in this syrup,

 

this vomit of jingles

which twists slippery as eels

 

through our infiltrated

minds.

 

 

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