Upper East Side
The Hamptons
Aspen, Colorado
The plastic people
Follow each other
Moving in herds
Like cattle to the
Slaughter

Drifting
Floating
Shifting focus
From one charity event
To another
Whatever’s trendy
Whatever’s fashionable
Whatever’s happ’ning
Whatever’s the need
Tainted new artists
Society’s rejects
The film-maker who fits in with
The flavor of the month
The disease or the cause
That captures the moment
Stigmas overlooked
Deformities relieved
By one hyper exertion
By one pseudo good deed

Changing bedrooms
Changing partners
New alliances
Noblesse oblige

Mrs. Astor’s
Four hundred
Reinvented forever
Reinvented with fervor
On the edge
Of hypocrisy
Keeping up with the Jones’s
Maintaining the houses
Paris, Rome, Cote du Jura
Malibu, Palm Beach
Couture fashion
Madison, Rodeo
Worth avenues united
Avenues of the liege

Location, location, location
The right address unspoken
Dinner in the right places
Sporting events to be seen
Three martini luncheons
Halcion evenings
Business is business
Where money’s retrieved

Look to plastic people
For fashionable guidance
No matter the moment
No matter the need
Remember to catch them
While jetting to Santa Barbara
Saint Maarten, San Troupe
San Marco, warp speed
They live in their milieu
Can’t function outside it
Can’t follow a shadow
That others believe

It’s easy to find them
They leave behind footprints
But barely a mem’ry
Or singular creed
Other than finding
The latest in fashion
The latest persona
Or new plastic breed

Klonopin Clonazepam Sintonal Diazepam
Refill my Rivotril Don't spill my Risolid
Alprazolam Bretazenil Bromazepam Lexotanil
Dadumir Olcadil Nobrium Stilny
Halcion Hypnovel Tavor! Tavor! Tavor!
Gimme gamma-aminos but only if they're butyric
With Xanax as my hand ax; Anxiety, *This is War!

Your dictation crutches us,
Helios? Ha, no such luck,
you get no more passes,
what even is sin?

Your ******* flux
and anorexic glut
cripples masses
and **** stains porcelain.

Swallow your halcion,
eat your ice cream,
tweet *****, don’t rinse but repeat,
your comments are racists’ dreams.

you’re a turkey neck,
a red rooster’s ****,
alarming our twitter storm
every morning, ******* our stocks.

Our cup of joe is vital, signs
on roads that you detour,
this U-Turn title called potus,
is dying for more.

_trf
tenTWELVEtwentySEVENTEEN

Oh, sweet and pretty, careworn Lady; come and share a dream with me.
When you snuggle down at night, where do you go... what do you see?
Do you settle soft, in dreamland, like the gently setting Sun?
Or smother, in the arms of Princes ******... or Halcion?

For, they don't care about your spinning thoughts, and worries of the day;
no soft caress of fantasy; no sweet dream... that is not their way.
They cosh you chemically into oblivion, and they just don't care
that, in the morning, you will wake... and find your worries are still there.

Come softly to the borderlands of sleep... and gently tip-toe through
the mists of nothingness, and there... I promise, I shall wait for you,
or, if not me; some soft, remembered Lover? Or some past Old Flame?
It doesn't really matter who it is; the dream will be the same.

Come, slip away into the velvet night; for, here all things can be
yours...
some secret, sweet delight? Some magic place you long to see?
Some sweet, and softly sad romance that never learned quite, how to fly?
Cradle it soft in your dream, and fly with it into the sky.

To dance among the stars, whilst I caress away your lingering fears;
In this place, there is no heartbreak... in this place, you shed no tears.
In this place, is only love; in this place, is only You
and me...
and such love you find here is always perfect... always true.

Oh, sweet, and pretty, careworn Lady; come and share a dream with me.
When you snuggle down at night, where do you go... what do you see?
For I would weave you such a dream to stand time still, for just a while;
Come, slip away, and join me here...
Come, let me see your gentle smile.