Here's what happened the other night:
Before bed my mind is too awake to sleep
words wonder around my head
forming edges of ideas
Then, I started pondering the adage "sex sells" and the following poems were the offspring.
With TV it's: into-you-we-all-see
With commercial masturbation we've all gone blind
The soda sits,
Fizzing it it's cold can.
Want some carbonated-high-fructose-corn-syrup?
If a pretty scantily clad woman
or a muscular sweaty man
is holding that can,
--you bet we do!
Using sex to sell soda,
have we depleted all value from intimacy?