Ad Agency Love
he was a fifty foot billboard of smoldering metal and Calvin Kleins
shot straight out of the boardroom and into the daily think
a ceramic reconstituted DIck Clark with an android angel's grin
wrapped in an airtight sex and wisdom PVC coating
liquified and injected into our rattling, battling skull
filling us up with bitter almond inadequacy like liquid mercury
she was an ambulatory blue ball hijink fuck apostle
still slick from the ad agency's short skirt pump parades
rattling heads from a mile away in a push to sell cosmetics
to the plump and yearning, the assless and burning
she gets off shoving fingers down young girls' throats
their children will be raised by cell phone
their teeth an unholy angel white
they leave glossy mirror footprints on fifth avenue