organic TV dinners

they can't decide on Anything, soaking up the attention
all sitting, all shifting, glancing right, left, then right again
hybrid pick-ups rumble quietly through their every alley
digging into organic TV dinners over Fox 10 o' clock
which they watch, taking stock, and asking questions

on Tuesday they'll help decide nothing at all
nothing at all // nothing at all // nothing at all
when the curtains close and the lever drops
neon feelings light up in their whistling hearts
walking home // to peep-check the progress

public displays // of what // rats
rates, are we closing loop-holes
or filling in dough-nut holes, we
asking many questions of them
rarely get a straight answer, we

set against one another in opposing rooms
learning to hate, hiss, and later, to not hate
some of  // hardly wilting, wisping, wasping
declining, propped up on a harsh hellblow
chewed up the arm by broken wood teeth

sweeping up wine // i cross my right leg over my left leg
Bad Man, Bad Man, says the nastiest ghastliest things
thinks them too // about who // about everyone // you
disgusting to myself, a stomach full of potatoes, smoke
better than some still, having a null/mostly decided mind