since the tiger lilies
became spider lilies
the interfenestration
of middlebrow elitism
unextraordinary revelations
from digital refugee camps
emotion recollected in hostility
extinct lineages
of purple-nippled persons
logonauts' internecine
sponsorship of star-spangled terror
harboring a suspicion
of the non-syphilitic poet's
porn-on-demand
anti-tactile reveries
Benjamin Franklin confetti
as the tugboat pushes
the venom of the romcom
a let-me-show-you show
that trains the African grey
to say, in deadpan dialect,

     Not laughing with you.
     Laughing at you.
     Atchoo.