Capitulating
The NSA can rig the sky to play show tunes
the horizon owns a harness racing franchise
diode constellations and fireworks dazzle, converge and draw old phrases from the bottom of a steel coin box
the wide flat galaxies direct spontaneous generation
cats prosper
under the spreading television glow through bay windows
and onto the swimming pool
beeping blinking nanny cams insure no voodoo
sport utility vehicles parked outside
there lurks the jackal
there lurks the jackal
radio wave silverfish wriggle into your privacy
snake out some baubles
get the goods on you
the doll that resembles you takes on an eerie cheerful leer
so there
I don’t have to explain the convergence theory
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