Poem: (M)ass Media Culture(?)

My cultural moment came and went.
Now the useless pendant chafes my neck,
brings to mind remaindered analytic books
whose theses chased the waddling ass
that lapped me on the straight-away.
I let it pass and listened to their twaddle.
The blubbering cheeks squidge on. Their route?
I couldn’t say. There was an instant,
back in the day, when I felt more a fan
in the mosh pit, drenched in foam spit spray,
than this living-room-Netflix-watching
after-the-fact yellow-crusted eye.
Whatever it was, it’s come and gone
while my remote-clicking finger twitches on.

Bremner Boulevard Toronto

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