Pop goes the Culture

It would seem the surface is all we have.

I love the hollow and lush things
consumed with relish aforethought, and after and during
I want to run into colours mash sounds down ears and
gorge on every bit of word-play, quippage or drama that
time conducts.

I am touching without feeling, looking without seeing, living in a herky-jerky rhythm that's shorn of rhyme or meaning On occasion, I lapse into understanding. Some human truth; the bubble floats to the surface, but then pops and becomes dead-chintzy pink petals,
       fluttering
                   back
                 to

                      Ground.

I am Pop-culture, hear me giggle.
Worship me.
But don't ask any questions, kiddo.

Author's Note

Trying out a new style. Thoughts?

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

great style...like the pop culture references...it's different now...
seems back in our time, the 60's everything was more real...we felt the culture more...seems now that everyone is reaching for something that isn't really there...not deep anyway..

but that's just the idealist in me talking and maybe i am way out in left field.

this poem really struck me, and made me reminisce...but also look at the Now of things.

[Geoffrey Spriggott]

Thank you jacob, I'm glad it chimed with you!