The carnival sequence
unrolls deliciously
before the sad eyes
of the boho squatters
who wanted only
to get a grip.
The varied pictures slip
in and out
of one another, too fast
for anyone to see
just what it is
that they depict.
I’m back with my pants down.
It’s the modern way,
and I’m nothing, I tell you,
nothing if not modern.
This will only get you
so far, however.
I’d be happy to elaborate,
maybe over drinks?
Of course, you’ll have
my searing sneer to contend with
and I wouldn’t wish that
on my bitterest friend.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 