Brandalism
you lobbed Christmas
into my summer
knocked me over the head
as santa co-mingles
with swimsuits
apples and chalk
billboards
larger than my house
assault me with golden arches
bind me in pink ribbons
with cell phone plans
and push-up bras
call this number
to meet curious singles
who are home tonight
talking about you
because you bought
the wrong phone
I will not ask
for permission to
keep your rock
will not ask for consent
to take, rearrange, reuse
what is forced upon me
you’ve pinned my eyes open
I can’t avoid the view
this public advertising
now belongs to me
