The Jonestown Dilemma

If I don't drink the Kool-Aid, will I be tossed out of the cult?

I said it first

If my clothes work, then I don't have to.

Haiku, timely

Now that gay marriage
is legal, I've decided
to marry myself.

Dismantle

There is this certain thing you can do with objects and machines.
You can lay them out neatly and play loud music near them.
And if there are any things wispy on the objects, they might move
in the music. Then, if the music stops, all is as quiet as they.

A printer, a coffee maker, and a toaster go nicely together,
all plastic and white with some metal and glass. When they
are disconnected from wall sockets, they are at their most passive.
The plugs look like they do not know where to go.

Driven in a car, they rattle a bit. If the car is white too, that’s the best.

I can imagine thousands of appliances, never used, glistening
in orderly rows on a street or a parking lot. Their disuse would be more
than appearances for appearances sake, but, Boris, imagine this, that
all the models of vacuum cleaners, from the very inception of the
machine, are laid out, straight and, of course, clean, along a
straight, sumptuous sidewalk and overshadowed by trees
denuded of all leaves. Further, that the clouds above, puffy, pure,
move regally, in a parallel line. That would be something, oh,
indescribable to me, your Natasha.