Middle Class [in Just-]

[Brownlie]

Just before-
Black Friday    when paper buckle hats
and rotting pumpkins
line the curb
 
The wind-driven               balloonMan                      writhes with glee
 
and it’s as-if-he-took Abilify with
all-the-would-be poets
zonked on propylhexedrine and
akathisia’s the final diagnosis and it's-
fall
 
when everybody
hears the chalk-board scraping, metaphor-of-reaping                nails of death
in chill-
             toward
                          winter turbulence
(But all the seasons soon will die
                                                                so it’s spring.)
 
JoeWinstonandRaul                        are honking on the 605
They’re racing home to meet unceasing gift-filled drones
and it’s after Turkey Day                 the bar code scanners don’t need clerks
 
and the organ-
less
spasmodic balloonMan
feels no lack or pain but smiling with a palpitating chest
beckons
them
to buy
used Fords