Gushing thoughts

by August 30, 2010 0 comments

Everyone is Gaga for
telephones
and girls and guys
make simulated
love on the dance floor
and this freaking
is
freaking their
fathers and mothers
who are becoming
as frazzled as
the hair bands
of their youth
so they simply
cozy up by
fake fires
and read Nooks
and I am
neither fresh
nor stale
and my finger
is greasy on
the screen
of the iPad generation
the world is
cut and bleeding
crude greed
in the gulf
and Gore does
not have climate
control over his
life anymore
Obama is going
gray over Hurricane
Alex as Hurricane
Katy Perry washes
over California like
a sexy pink twister
yes, Gaga is
in total
dominatrix over
the land of
Pandora
and desire
blooms eternal
as I tame my
dragon nightly
and now I know
there is no longer
good or evil
just Jake or Edward
and yet I feel
renewed when
I hear a baby
say not Goo Goo
but Gaga as she
reaches for VH1
and
Eclipse falls
upon the
masses
I call out
Bella
and
convince myself
that Kristen Stewart
flicks her hair
for me
but alas
I am not
a wolf
with ripped abs
and so I am only
howling at Michael’s moon
walk in outer space

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