from the Frontal Lobe III
(endorsements for the last big three)
In the '80s God was a pretty successful fund
raiser, marketeer, Praise the Lord Pass the Loot.
Until the little cable heart throbbers got caught
stuffing their polyesters (& their off-air boxers).
Kicking back the juice.
the Big One's
been inked for the millennial Zeitgeistas
Fashion Accessory. Right out there
with the Rottweiler
& the half-aspirated tongue shtud.
uno grosso, predictably, is tattoo obligato
on the pin-up bopper du jour-extreme navel
shaking his mojo on MuchMusic. Signs on as "my
is totally into Jesus." Which after a K-12
of "feel good" & "self-advocate" (intermediate
accelerated) essentially means "up yours I'm special
go stencil in your own deep skin statement."
notwithstanding the quick draw of a hot surface,
even our accessorized Main Mutha' has a couple
rivals on the billboard that's today's leasable body-part-
designer head lobes laser-etched in digital "cha-ching"
share-splitting "swoosh." Or we should
just call it
(& pourquoi non) a corrective tick, or tic? Certain
Well as ghost sighting. Like some 'flash'
from a decidedly 'happening'