Automatons and Flesh Dominoes

Beauty wealth and brains so much

fodder for the Oprah set, the plugged

in preyed on followers stickerd with

For Sale signs and rent-free garbage

bags. We the Annie cattle on our

way to suburban slaughterhouses.

Here our sightless toneless braying moored

to the tag-lines of perfunctory gags of

the new religion on CNN or the new prophet

smoking undiscovered hash wrapped in

rotten corpse flesh disguised as flowers

from paradise. Love not a heart or emotion

but an impulse from slimy earbuds

connected to death, the neutral spark

meant to keep our lolling eyes from

seeing the shiny blade before it falls.