| Shopping For Faces
This webbed catalogue of faces
doesn't likely twitch, seeming as
simulacra in their static skin-
linings. Projecting opulent smiles
that align mainframes with
the spotless ebb of flesh which
we're shopping to learn, amongst
silent earthen majorities, Promethean clay
figurines reanimating desire, dryly –
those cracked minor players!
Did I go head over hailstones
for that first sighting of human error
landlocked by the circumference
of green-sleeved gardens? Some cupid
must have been leaning to unmask
judgement made to bias the flesh.
Yes, even spring tunes me into
barbarism like Stravinsky's clenched rite
making tribal rounds. Beauty's
in the eye of a hunger
apathetic to fashion. Give me,
your straddled fuck first – let us
garner cares for the pleasantries, later!
of a confidence cabled with
live-wire intimations, always strongest
at magnetic south. Call me crudely
oiled, but commerce is pulling
the heartstrings, with a penny
saved for casual sex.
Dating gains a stranglehold on credit.
Rack up dollars, cents, the last
spare change for minute stabs
into what sympathies are served
over the taking of lunch rolls.
If you'll listen to the green,
hear what amours are earning
their market value. "Modern love gets
me to the bank teller on time",
thought the crooner, with faces
to reel for on webcam, where fatalism
oozes cute vibrations. For a call
to the melancholic, just dial…
…and hustle over your
lemon-zested network connections
re-treading an old idea of romance
we thought lost to loathing.
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