Middle Class [in Just-]

[CRNDLSM]

not really sure how to read this

Just before-
Black Friday    when paper buckle hats
and rotting pumpkins
line the curb
 
The wind-driven               balloonMan                      writhes with glee   the long spaces seem like commentary
 
and it’s as-if-he-took Abilify with do you need so many 'and's?
all-the-would-be poets
zonked on propylhexedrine and  this is fun
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    its fall its winter its spring its thanksgiving currently? just before black friday
(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  bar scanners seems to come out of nowhere
 
and the organ-
less
spasmodic balloonMan
feels no lack or pain but smiling with a palpitating chest
beckons
them
to buy gives a surreal look almost like a horror story or the clown from pee wees big adventure. 
used Fords

really enjoy the writing style here, especially the first and last blocks about balloonman, the rest was just a little hard to follow, my eyes are darting all over the place.