Subway Poem #8
omnipresent advertising
hammered and slammed
scammed
in endless regurgitation
at each stop.
mad ave slop
for commuters
and prospective consumers
slouched over their morning coffee.
without blinking an eye.
images in a hallucinatory caffeine fantasy
fill the car
with the Broadway show,
bank
and brewski,
ad infinitum
and the ride rides on
as we ponder
if we should switch
our fabric
softeners.
softeners.
I really like this one!
ReplyDeleteyes, our fabric softener.
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