Salvador Dalí reports from the election
something weird will happen today
hurry down with a somnambulant bleating or
a cacophonic (or cacapon with the fish) marching band positioning for
a wi-fi broadcast in subterranean victory lounges
cracking some pork rinds around a
babylon barbecue in the high definition
or a chardonnay sipping contest sharing a
window pane in quarters
(increasing market reach: eight eyes can watch it)
and therefore a hammerhead juggernaut will
wrest your attention from
platitudes piled up like the compiled detritus from a
focus group
hence, the exploded piñata of a talking head
has given this gala a spin
but always remember the talking points and
answer the question you'd like to be asked
the american public will not stand for anything less.