Poem: Consumption
Living here, this stage set of a city, where ersatz glamour trumps Verisimilitude, Where fakery — or as Holden Caulfiield called it, “phony” — gets celebrated Like a two-year-old’s birthday party, One learns to eat or be eaten. The all-you-can-gorge buffet combats the all-they-can-steal machines, Those short-change artists that bleed away your work, Mechanical chiselers...