Slap Bracelets, Pet Rocks and Nuclear Weapons
j. dyson
a steady coo
a steady collapse
searching for a steady cable to walk on
taking the mind off monday
throwing glasses
breaking down technical barriers
learning from the ancient text of lepers
remote and dreaming of a hug
dreaming of a haymaker
catching on
the newest fad
a slap bracelet and a pet rock all rolled into an atomic weapon
every kid has one these days
maybe it’s all out of the question now
maybe it’s the American way to wake up every morning
it’s our turn to have a nightmare
the sweetest angel’s touch is too simple
i need a bit more by now
i need a therapist
i need whiteout a blackout a water shortage
i need floods and fires and a tidal wave on the New York Shore
robots taking over
covering every variable
a rolodex of death
at the bottom of the Atlantic the nuclear devices are rotting
I’m afraid to drink the water