(Don’t press for an overall theme from this poem — just read it aloud, perhaps enjoy the rhythms.)
oh, the people:
hard-hearted barkers of a technophobe’s display–
tremendous complicity, the elephant’s dismay;
tendrils of sanity, floating off the standpipe.
Harmonies of vanity rage thru the open mic.
No one notices what everybody knows;
ten-footed toadstools muck up the nose.
Marble-handled pitchforks do no good;
toothless mongooses snort out loud.
Motherless ducklings are really swans;
motherless adults are orphaned blondes.
It matters not whether day or sky,
but floating all into the pile
of platitudes and punditry, mockery erase
snowed-over battlements, totally defaced.
Motorized cannibals mount an attack;
the donut store carnival, alley in back.
Notes are the notes of a noted gone world;
skin is the fin in the shark unfurled.
Mickey Mouse carousel betrays Minnie Mouse —
he’s giving rides all day long.
Oh Matthew how you see the world…..such fun. Your descriptions of the mass of humanity are right on…I love the lines “but floating all into the pile of platitudes and punditry, mockery erase….” .”Motorized cannibals mount an attack”……You are indeed brilliant!