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?