a few metaphors got displaced
there were new placeholders
why talk about how beautiful he or she was,
when you could talk about how beautiful his neurons are, her cells were
Camus exhaled existentialism looking at the streetcar
but existence and desire might have shifted to the traffic signal
In Santa Barbara, on a sea fog night, you will see the traffic lights develop halos,
if the color red was almost pink, you could then compare the red traffic light poles to cotton candies
the critique of capitalism is no longer, some say,
in decrying that poetry in the ad jingle for a car or the coffee,
it is perhaps in writing a new poetry of the speed-breaker or maybe the microscope
When poetry of sign became poetry of signal,
a few metaphors got displaced
there were new placeholders
For Isabelle Stengers, Jean Baudrillard
