Send three flowers over the suburbs,
lilting on the circled Ks, de-juice the QTs,
both big as airports and hard not to miss.
Rubber tomahawk the Amazon Super Suckers,
distribution network centers run by AI logistics,
trucks turning right every fifteen minutes,
turning left every thirty. Dump parade confetti
on the Target bullseye, womp on the Walmarts,
for there is no glory where your taxes go.
There will be a crying & running & bouncing.
Bazooka gum the towering minarets,
the fabricated candy castles,
the electrical grid gonzos,
cell phone towers tall as trees.
Carpet clean the carports & car part stores,
send walls of slinkies rolling across the 'burbs.
Make the consumer-cluster coffee hotspot
the rallying point, go toe-to-toe
with the tea-toddler Democrats
& Republicans & metrosexuals
who won't make it stop,
all immune to war. Couldn't even
find it on a map. No demon
was chased away when Norman Mailer went
flower-child-hands-around-the-Pentagon
and ubiquitous as a word from our sponsors,
the black-winged hawk hovers over the land.
Bomb the television stations
with holy water balloons filled up
at the bloody Well of the Saints.
~ Douglas McDaniel
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