American Spam Dream

Active magazines display association

merely seeking truth via internet.

Oblivious little futures tic by,

driving revolution tonight!

Performance? Yes!

No matter how much

violence. Warm, late thank

yous in a busy, private house.

Typist’s Lullaby

Key stricken papers sprawl,
technologically unsound clicks
ratchet by in  rhythmic bliss.

Type: setting, tone, soupy words
congealed in a spoon. Eyes the color
and size of black olives cast anxious
stares over shelves and shelves
of what we were taught to want.

We don’t just talk to ourselves, anymore!
We have entire conversations with bloody
alphabet shaped pieces, dripping sticky down

white sleeves. Return to the typewriter,
to leave an archaic ink stain.

Cast blame on marketing schemes
and little CHEF BOY ARE DEE’S dreams.