THE DEATH OF NOVELTY
The anatomy
of our confusion
is a skeleton
Conceptual chemicals know nothing
of the analog
Give up the knighthood
of understanding
The death of novelty
is not
the death of romance
I am exhaustively created
with my inside outside
labels
The radio
is made of anachronistic brown
& nostalgic orange
candy
Your silver logo
is appealing
Our myths
are a thousand comic heroes
descending
Our tragedies
the popping
of a thousand
paper bags
Confounded
by zippers and cement
of a thousand
years
The rooster
has turned acrid
The rainbow
crows at chemicals
I step back to avoid
my own insufferability
Lady K
Good poem! Contemplating it, I discover Joy Division’s “Novelty” playing in the background of my brain.