[Poem] Sweeping

They’ve just lit the incense
It’ll be at it’s strongest in about three minutes
Dig that scent

God song, bad song, good song

Entrancing strangeness of videos
Feeling, writhing, writing, thin as lies

A businessman is sorting the ashes
as if the butt was a broom
and has already devised a
marketing scheme

Is advertising
normalizing
an attempt to steal it away
into the ranks of the
sold-out?

Isn’t that what we all want?