Follow the
people, you’ll
learn their
things:
a
culture full of
money and a
box that
sings
you
onto the
rocks in the
shoals of your
mind
all the while
making sure you’re
there to find
with flashing sound and
buzzing lights and
tweedled out
skronk
(ubiquitous;
the modern-day
car horn honk)
for
all the little
people in
all the little
world from your
uncle-poppa’s
sister to a
newborn girl
they
stagger ’round or
cluster with
faces flat and
bland just
staring at the
little glowing
thing in their
hand
they’ll
friend you up or
add you to
tell you what they’ve
found
from
deep within in the
tiny box
of vision and
sound:
a
never ending echo
a
thread in a drape
a
jinny-wine China made
navel of ape
cae 2013-1-14
