Anti-Poem Prom Night At Lax 1973

Anti-Poem – “Prom Night At LAX 1973” (Poet’s Instruction: Before reading this anti-poem, kindly go to YouTube and play Muzak: “Stimulus Progression.” Music can also be heard at my Facebook page under Stark Hunter. If possible, kindly play it in the background as you read.) nine flags cologne boy gunning a green ’71 ford torino lapping up black asphalt dreams cruising on deaf aviation boulevard Ignoring the roaring jet monsters wheeze by looking for pineapples and mouse ears his date dressed in pink formal attire sniffing a blood red corsage ahead of them — the flying saucer made of steel and space mecca for their zipped-up prom dreams— teenage reveries of lust and blue lace now inside the circular restaurant its glass windows vibrating with lights another silver boeing beast lands nearby with tornado voices howling in the wind she says to her date— ‘how lovely the view is from our table—‘ ‘people coming and going like mice from water’ ‘it is exhilarating’ a tall waitress in jetson uniform brings iced tea she tells cologne boy ‘bow ties are righteously cool’ now soul-numbing muzak is playing inside the restaurant it seeps and drips and hovers like a funeral fog— oozing through invisible space age loudspeakers ‘i just love this music,’ his date says ‘it is so romantic’ presently another 727 roars by ascending like magic to the descending sun