reading magazines is like eating marshmallows ’til you’re full,
and you’ve no room left for a genuine article.

isn’t it insidious how somehow every little tidbit’s suddenly matter-of-fact?
celebrity baby’s first tooth on the evening news.
while i’m reading it while i’m standing in line i think this
waste of paper’s wasting my time waste of paper’s wasting my
life could and should be a little bit more than this minutia.

so suck it up, little one
from the sippycup, little one
don’t try to resist, ‘cos there’s no use.
so you’re malnourished and you have various illnesses,
well it’s not your fault that they gave you stupid juice.

on Camden County end-tables
these rags make every room a waiting room.
a waiting room where time goes to get lost and where there’s nothing to do except
stare across the room at the wall.
maybe ignorant or is it malicious? in broad daylight or surreptitious,
keep feeding me media, it’s so delicious.
mm-hmm, stuff me to the gills fill me up, keep pouring it into this overflowing cup
vitamin-poisoning freshie’s depressing me, shouldn’t let it get to me.

suck it up, little one
from the sippycup, little one
don’t try to resist, ‘cos there’s no use.
so you’re malnourished and you have various illnesses,
well it’s not your fault that they gave you stupid juice.