Life as a Porno
by Gary Hardaway
Thump thump and astringent chords
imitate the worst of late 1970's rock.
It's early morning sports and macho ads
with websites and 1-800 numbers
intersperse the feats of downhill skiers
competing for an unknown prize.
It could as well be late night infomercials
saturating the screen
with medieval looking exercise machines
guaranteed to render abs
rippled as shiny washboards
or passive, weight dissolving supplements
that swim the murky waters just beyond
the safety net spread by the FDA.
Everything in the off-hour world amazes
and dilates the capillaries. A small release
repeats itself across the land
as Visa numbers spasm through
the internet and spawn an oily
afterglow of anxious shame.
" ... as Visa numbers spasm through the Internet ..." I enjoyed this very much and realize how much I have missed reading your work.
You got me with "medieval looking exercise machines".
Enjoyed! *
I got a flash of the secret machine built in the basement by Harry Pfarrer [George Clooney] in 'Burn After Reading'.
This perfectly evokes visa related satiation. :))
Lxx
Read as I watch a bodybuilding infomercial.*
I feel a little ashamed and oily after reading this twice.*
Oh, those rippled abs and the safety net, but nothing beats those last few lines. This is a beast of a tale.
This is a slice of American pie, Gary. Enjoyed.
"as Visa numbers spasm through
the internet..." Enjoyed, Gary. ***
Reward indeed! Ashamed and oily feeling a small price to pay for this eloquence. *
The old porn was fun. This isn't. *
Thank you all for the kind remarks.
*
Thank you, Chris.
* Dunno. But I think this one is juicy.
Thanks, Nonnie.