Monday, October 7, 2019

Ambushed

Tired too
of the nonsense now
of so called civilization
“is dis a civilization?” when 
Monday Night Football is all
you can be pretty sure of.

Fuck God…
pretty sure I’m the first 
to put that in a poem…
now you’ve been ambushed.

Time’s Square, NYC, 1953
you can’t see the space
because of the buildings…
you can’t see the buildings
because of the advertisements.

Ambushed over time
by layers of an onion
complex, 
without meaning,

Tinsel covered Xmas tree in the trash…
ambushed by empty boxes, torn ribbons,
emptiness that everything you know is wrong.

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