Might Like You Better If We Wept Together

Monsters pissed at language
and poetry are attacking the city.
Giant monsters with skins
shaped like viruses magnified
are pissed at that thought
which has shaped the world
into blooming onions
and reality t.v. shows.
Wedding marts. Rilke
poems. Glitter dildos.
Giant Weltschmerzed monsters
are biting through movie theaters
and bedroom walls, fake
Mexican restaurants with
fake Mexican arcades, pissed
at vampirish income and lovers'
arguments about the meaning
of existence and thread counts.
Monsters who can't get oriented
are torching entire cities
from U.N.I.C.E.F to IKEA,
because creatures like Martin
Heidegger and Tim Gunn
have really gotten under
their virus-looking skin.
Monsters have absolutely
zero obligation to the "Social Contract,"
so all of this is quite natural.

Nature means non-refundable.