(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.