Channie Greenberg, A Grand Sociology Lesson

Montgolfier Balloons

Hot air vessels, in different circumstances, aeronautics' drays,
Wrap for years in fables, their short sheets draping sofas.
Balloons often get structured from gilded, mud-covered plinths.

All but enlightened enthusiasts are wont to stuff dreams, trash bags,
Rags into their orifices, rant political nonsense, make privileged
Foreclosures, deny that nonpareilles and surfines remain valuable.

Other folk spliflicate; dumbfoundedly, even violently,
Acquire a taste for described suffering, water-absorbent gels,
Handmade refrigerator pictures, the sap of several species.

Perhaps, some would-be partners for urbane entrepreneurs,
Convergent media's corporate potentates, especially in Gotham,
Purport to fill all available nasolabial folds with superglue.

Given their serious fiduciary problems, though, integrated with larger foibles,
Those brutes rough out petulant, peevish, sadly fretful texts, get drunk,
Repeatedly “misunderstand” how to cope, culturally, at festivals.

Decadent individuals continue on loath to fly thermal airships.
They reject Kongming lanterns in favor of audio-visual stimulation,
Prefer heavy petitioning to loosening polyurethane sealers.

Whether wrong, immoral, or illegal, comparable starbursts of protective coatings,
Boosters' magneto-optic properties aside, provide for parachute vents, woven
Rattan, liquid propane, basket lunches, and altimeters formed by machine-driven crafting.

Like small children singing prayers for friends before insisting that parents allow
Long distance phone calls to camp buddies, overnight marshmallow feasts, hedgehog
Pets, pilots, FAA or not, they experience not-so-minute amounts of corporeal dissonance.

Areal errors, like stray cats, termites, problematic carpenters, telemarketers,
Permeate envelopes, bring greatness begging Wall Street, technique, thread, stitch,
Cost maintenance crews long minutes arguing sponsors ignorant of paste.

When dilemmas, otherwise, occur postpradinally, yearnings for pelage satiations,
No matter how tetchy their instigators, once more becomes the collective's norm.
After all, social chitter-chatter can't deter birds, nonstop trips, liftoff, ethereal flight.

Labile Lady

The sky, star-paved, watches me.
That vast, avuncular counselor sees
My saturnine coloring, my woad-colored countenance,
Surmises a quaalude commercial on two legs.

Even as I stumble to bruise, she snickers.
Along with her gastropub whores, laughing
Through barking vocals, those counter-melody mavens
Pierce my salacious “sophistication.”

Accordingly, heaven spins, spits.
Celestial clarity, starlit understanding fogs
No piker ill with misery, no stingy wage maker
Dares moot rhetoric forward.

Hence, my most ineffable words produce.
Little such spangled magic or tinseled charm brings
Exogenous behaviors, externalized acts
The cosmos quells approbation openly.

Organics' Revelations

Organics reveal too much, expose poor managers, uncover bare claims,
Reveal more than hint about fortunes embedded in mimetic happenstance.

Such rascals harbor, as well, corporate mentations, shelter quixotic notions,
Regard, fondly, fish, fowl, farm-raised flora, espouse sibyl diatribes concerning lettuce.

Puerile to a fault, those sops, most visions clotted by government rubrics, can't
Help but evolve into altrical administrators, inept clerks, kept mistresses of oil barons.

In contrast, children's lunchboxes remain a special sort of juvenile hedonism,
Also reason to campaign for increased wages, shiny cars, puppies, plus new computers.

No one's wiser from plastic ware when finite nutrition meets federal standards,
Processed foodstuffs seem good enough for all sorts of mammon save wild politicians.