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1. All You Can Eat
Curling around a plate of nachos,
an elephant trunk flexes
and twists
as huffing hot, hot cheese
he gets brain burn
and then icy,
eye-watering cold
Stars and bars flap in a pollen cloud,
so that feeding nozzle
snurked and sneezed a velveeta
hand grenade
upon ol’ Sarah
Palin’s tour de force,
a new coat of yellow
lipstick for a well-read
pig
Snouts and nozzles
being the envy of the free world—
all stripped bare
of their martyrs and fingerprints,
smiles gone all smiley
with a prozac psalm—
there’s a feasting frenzy
folly á deus
Lunging at the trough
for bacon bits, flap-
doodle, scrapple
and thighs
The arc of crumbs and grease,
forms a fountain of self-love,
an orgy
of the undone
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2. Second Comings
Wood bees wrestle in midair,
buzz bombing the benches
with moves
like loop-de-loop graduates
of a death wish
flying school;
brushing my arm
with feathered wings
flicking air,
‘cause some lady bee doing all the work
has started a tunnel
in the wood slat
at my elbow,
but it’s like
he doesn’t know he
don’t have a stinger
and can’t do
shit
Roman centurions gear up
under Andrew Jackson’s elevated sword;
Jesus stands at the ready,
blood painted
on his cheeks to carry
again the cross,
as the trees flower in the warm
beauty of girls
in summer dresses
passing by,
sore temptations to disrobe,
frolic in loin cloth,
and toss that crown
of thorns in the air,
cheering and slapping five
with the centurions,
modern romans
raising digital eyes,
while sandwiches and soft drinks
rise to faces blank and calm,
black clothes
solemn in the green
pollenscented air
White crowned with dreads,
the Rasta Sufi holds high
his staff, his denim
skirt ripped from jeans
leaving legs free,
and in his eyes his joy
his own
A sign of spring—
gathering the brother-
hood of man
and bee
and
beast
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3. Remember the Meme
With my wizard wand ablaze—
a trap apart from all my demons—
not a mystery,
not a shelter,
not a grave,
I am homeless and all at home
as that whispering wand
beams bright thoughts
and snappy notions
to the brains of all who gleam
and glory in their time,
like angels
who light the world
with a quiet word;
on a pinpoint of this light,
these angels cast sweet auras outward
like luciferous diamonds
guaranteed to last forever
curled around
some finger in a dike surrounding this city
illuminated with lies,
sweet lies—
Golden lies
that ring and shine
like a liberty bell
with a halogen clapper,
flinging music that slings
the clanging knees of a flapper
flatfooting petroleum frolics
while the flood waters
rise
The river flashes up
past the ankles, up
up past the bra strap,
past the parlors and the roof tops,
‘til it dances on the peaks
and crenellations,
keeping us fleet and afloat
and flopping on the fires,
on the seas
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