The Electric Substation: A Poem

The Electric Substation

by Joel Howard


A noise brightly hums before

sprinting madly beyond the fence of

barbed wire threats,


in and out as colors neon

there solely to

buoy the people’s loudest needs



energy is flipped

in ceaseless arcs

with Yankee Doodle

can do-ism, forever

feeding the masses their steady diet  

of intensely rich pleasures –

sharp of taste and high-spirited –


encasing the cityscape in

sweet muscle and might


this narcotic fed the people.

Speak now, my friend...