Planet Earth Is Blue and There’s Nothing I Can Do

Fashion alert!  Fashion alert!  Vivienne has just now, through the Fashion of Facebook, discovered that there is a band … CALLED THE FASHION!  Vivienne posts The Fashion of The Fashion below:

Upon reflection, however, Vivienne is not sure how Fashionable The Fashion actually are.  For some reason, she was imagining moody boys wearing eyeliner, sighing into the microphone like David Bowie, perhaps with his electric red hair and white face paint, perhaps with very tight pants, and definitely, absolutely with lyrics about the dangerous temptation to simply steer one’s spaceship into space and let the circuit die, the engine go — oh, I can hear you, Major Tom.  Oh, I can hear.

IN FACT, let’s all take a moment to reflect upon the following Undeniably Fashionable Fashion Beyond Any Other Fashion:

IN FACT, let’s all take a moment to, perhaps, take another look at that Undeniably Fashionable Fashion Beyond Any Other Fashion.  IN FACT, let’s all take a moment to, perhaps, remember that moment in our childhood when our parents finally could afford cable and gave us the gift of MTV, and, upon a rare unsupervised moment with this new wonder, we began flipping through channels, and found this Fashionable Apex of Fashion broadcast over the air waves, making the very air itself an Air of Wonder and Fashion, and let’s remember that moment when Bowie’s anguished visage appeared on the screen, and his anguish became such that he could no longer manage playing the guitar, and, instead, stared straight into the camera — no, not straight into the camera, straight into your eyes — no, not straight into your eyes, straight into the Very Most Fashionable Part of Your Very Most Fashionable Soul of Fashion, and you could see the concern in his eyes, and the care, and the deep and intense yet gentle desire, and the love, yes, yes, even the LOVE in his agonized hand gestures, and something melted within you that would never ice over again, and you for the first time felt that Strange Tingle you would later feel every day in Geometry class when David came in and you caught a whiff of his Cool Water, that Very Strange Tingle that would never quite be the same or as glorious as it was, just then, with David Bowie directing all of his Fashionable Fashion through his Impeccably and Exquisitely Fashionably Kohl-Rimmed Eyes of Fashion at your soul, your Soul, your SOUL.

MAN.  I need a cigarette now.

Oh, yeah.  The poem.  The following is a poem made with the constraint of homoconsonatism.  The source text?  The towns I passed during my road trip.

Museum of Appalachia

Laid on_____line_____cut
as a quay_____oh_____eker_____I’d go
cool_____I’ll hone_____raccoon evil_____lie
ice_____lain onto guard_____guest park
my same people_____chalk city
cove_____licks to prick
come_____be real_____undo
gaps_____joy’ll candy
haunt_____save_____I’ll
sit_____ink ice_____irk red
rare time_____not on roads.