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,

scissor-humming

in and out as colors neon

there solely to

buoy the people’s loudest needs

 

             hum-um-um

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...