so much to grasp from titles
and yet
being left cold and empty
like swallowing balloons

separate the porn from the chaff

someone made a switch
from the mundane to the grotesque
I think it was the hippie movement
heralding freedom
but finding filthy vacant lots

we’re back to wearing gloves and fedoras
but with gas masks marring our bouffants
there is no better taste
than stainless steel and rubber

reading fine print only when libidinous

did you read the headline
or just the photo caption
do you count the number of deaths and births
and try to figure where the souls went
or just attach string to the balloon and rise