Breaded Cutlet, A Postmodern Delight

Breaded cutlet

Circa Thailand town

Phuket;

Siamese joined bucket

For that appropriative

Luggage

Tea parties

Diet fascism

And neocon light

Catharsis politics

Altruism:

Postmodern Delight

Mayans hunted, death squad puppets

Guatemalan head cheese buckets

Commanders in Nantucket

And in Thailand poor say, “Phuket”

The hills are disappearing, those on which the masters crafted

Their paintings, their musings, replaced by strip mall cancer

Scott Walker’s a pole dancer

Rides a long chain of command

Contrived before the tale of the trance on Congo sand;

Gigahertz and Mister Kurtz, Apple TV, orange irks

Washing away the Jersey Shore, no work for more net worth

Mothafucka, I was birthed by the hearth in the earth, moms had mirth

Just that one year-old, chattering, flattering, splattering, staggering

Childhood sing, my innocence would ring

Until the whole world became a Carpenter’s Thing