Your client is at the point of,
Let’s say the 90s,
when sitcoms decided they
no longer needed a laughtrack.
Or, say the 80s,
When television decided it
didn’t need to broadcast
everything in glaring Technicolor.
Or, say the 70s,
When music decided that
not everything needed to be
a stereophonic experience.
Or, say the aughts,
When we decided
Simplicity works.
Only this time he can do something about it.
I felt lift
the lifting handle move
of a crouch car door grab.
Like I was the tactility-enhanced model
of a spatially normalized dark-explorer.
A voice perked up,
glad for not forgetting the coffee;
Its little ears vanish.
In the deep woods,
A few fences down,
Country music plays.
In the easement (let’s say)
a bicycle wheel is rusting into a splintered utility pole,
as (just for fun) a pile of green glass encroaches
upon (why not) crumbling concrete.
Nylon Flux Drive
nuclear-powered
avoidance-machines
Buy one get one one half.
