Posts tagged ‘Ads’

February 25, 2015

Free Me

Blood for ink,
the page for flesh,
and few words for character

their imprint does stain,
the pinprick storyline
of a feeling—

I would sit and count
for minutes,

but sitting is not conducive
to good movement, patience does nothing
except waste time
and progress
and dull the mind…

They may say: relax, let it pass.

that time; what could be
a particular goal seen to fruition.

Those who hold the ties that bind,
the keys we need,
are working steadily behind my

the nerve—these nerves,
and more; each synapsis connects to
the message passed,

this circuit board commanding:

a knee jerk,
a hand slap,
an orgasm,
twitching muscles going to
bed—as you rock to zzzzzzzzzz.

Found out in between,
no verse to discuss,
no song to critique,

just the rigid clock’s tick,
and those who run by it (and from it):

they tell us what to do—
how to eat sleep and breath—
where to be, what to wear, how to look,
when and where—
there—and how to see.

Now who tells you how to be?

February 1, 2015

Super Bowl Whatever

American Consumerist Party:
Greased commercials and ads-
Flash fast on the television screen;
As pupils contract and expand.

January 23, 2015

Pages of the City

The city center has
Been filled with


These spots to grab attention,
To make you buy: react.

Local rags remain,
Good at that, and intact.


What stands out is
The importance they lack.

We have books by the stack,
Micro-brewed beers,
Diverse weather,
And bike paths.

We have beaches
In the summer months to relax,
And theatres like
The Guthrie to see acts.

Local mags don’t really map that;
They attack,

-With photos, lists, and ads.

Painting a picture without paving a path,
They write on setting precedent, because they can’t.

I suppose one day I will be surprised when an article proves friendly to my eyes.
But only after realizing how much effort was put into marketing to my demographic.

November 26, 2014

Black Friday Sale

Convenient excuse to be excessive,
Spending the money we don’t have.
Bringing cheap products from afar,
Set to come across our open lands.
Exchanging labeled needs for wants;
Buying into a tightly regulated sham.
Ads and companies tell us what is so,
We, the herd of sheep and little lamb.

October 30, 2013

Media Scandal (Print Shit)

Just up the stairs.

Just down the hall.

Just out the door.

Written on all the walls.


Above the low.

Below the Glow.

Until the sun explodes.

We grow into tight repose.


Reading, shuffling our eyes;

Mundane, lacking keywords-no surprise.


Across the bridge.

Through eyelids and grins.

Ink like squids, afraid.


Made up like kids in past days.


Read, we’ve skimmed,

Looking for what interests her or him,

Between ads and shit.

Everyone is a witness.

Definitive and absolute on a whim.


Vicious id.

Have we truly lived?


Overdue when dead.

Leak like sieve, what gives?

All the articles we’ve read.


I’ve said.


Keeping my head on whilst trying to get fed.

Believing not what the paper’s black print bled.


I forgot the daily toilet pages, lest save dread.

Above all, those who remember are intentionally misled.


What do they print now-a-days?

What a waste, where’s the good nature?

Empty-headed straight-forward space-case, ready to put you in your place.


News Flash: External Cost, all we’ve lost in the name of being current, avoiding danger.

Newspaper Make-up: Corporation, Ads, Assumptions, and naive strangers.


Take up logic and stop it…

I usually read more than one.