I saw a silly soap opera
Being watched
again and again
even though
all the viewers
know it is silly,
can predict the story,
and know it by heart
after two reruns.
I wonder if the
people have a new opium
Poor Marx,
Who thought
The opium could
be destroyed
By bombing
A few seats of
faith
When actually
The opium
Just grew and
flourished
In different
brands
Addicting us all.
I heard a young cousin
harping on his guitar
for fifteen hours a day.
I carried the
newspapers
For a retired uncle
Who follows all
kinds of news, obsessively
And does
absolutely nothing with the information.
I followed an adoring
neighbor
On a dog-walk,
Delightedly cooing
over
Her just adopted
Pomerania.
The slap of the
door
Reminded of
another neighbor’s
Punctual quarrels
everyday
Aren’t they all
but indulging
In their own
brands of
Intoxication?
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