this old bf skinner box
rings with disaffection
slammed against an ancient slab
of ossified behavior
in these wilhelm reich machines
the object is to grasp
how love is
hidden under human flaws
burl ives blows his nose
and glances sideways at james dean
tells him jimmy put some english
to your american dream machine
kierkegaard is way above
setting down in pointed ways
a universal humankind personality processor
jangling in the brain
a pop song dribbling its intent
from soho down to brighton
flippant finger sent
bing bing ding against the icky
robber barons' lumpy bumpers
undulating banks of chaos
whamming slamming 'flippant'
hanging off a boff steel console
fragile personalities stilted ocd's1
diddling things compulsively
communities of ding dongs
alexander graham bell
appoints his index finger well
stroking poking skillfully
earmarked 'flippant' from the start
ringing up sardonically
he's dialed into
fauxbrow art
Neruda, Bangs, Dickinson and Geisel
#97: objects du' fart
