[Newspoetry] Nightclub Lovepoem

[Paul Kotheimer]

	Nightclub Lovepoem	


This incessant music of machines is being made for you. 
You desire, simultaneously, to appear like gangsters & to assert that
	you've earned your prosperity fair (safe) and square.
Your adornments and ornaments are charming.  I am in love with them all 
	and with you all,
For you are adept at this century:  Each of your sentences is assembled by
	computer voice.

You may consume without being consumed--This is the substance of your
	priveledge.
Then again, you are being consumed after all.

The plastic you are made of is culturally degradable:
At closing time, with no things left for sale, you disperse,
As peaceable as you are deafened--by the ringing in your ears--
To the violence sustaining your nonchalance,
For we have only the right peaceably to disperse.


[Note Below:  Dear Editor Within Chief:  can an mp3 be made of a computer
voice reading this poem?  that's how i hear it in my mind's ear...  let me
know if you have the technology...]
 
paulkotheimer:)
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