Midnight Routine, Part I
In my mind’s eye, the midnight routine
Is the static language of one product to another.
I’m thirsty, I’m too anxious to create and instead
A man in mute on TV looks like Ted Stevens.
He tries to sell me something.
I’m surrounded in plastic, most non-recyclable,
My lamp is from Ikea and
My glasses are from the internet.
Probably China, originally, and
I call myself conscious? Are we all pretending?
Do I convince myself like you
Convince yourself that you,
You are a good person because you adopted a cat.
You bought organic dryer sheets, once
And you pay a dollar extra for local tomatoes
But you only buy Vegan shoes because you,
you want to look just like Natalie Portman.
One pair of vegan shoes
To solve the recession.
Wear corn on your feet for one day
To get your father’s job back.
Strap on a man-made cow
To get a clue.
In a Post-American world,
All your plastic will come from China,
And all of China’s America will come from you.
In a Post-American world,
You will be too lazy to grow your own tomatoes
You will never have enough Lycopene again.
In a Post-American world,
What will you do without your Ikea?
I pick up my phone
And I buy whatever Ted Stevens is selling.
