Quite a Long Poem
Cop me a ride all the way to Cassandra’s,
the poets are snorting up rhymes on verandas
you might have replied though the take was Philandra’s
I forgot on the way to go grab Colonel Sanders….
Well the hydrant was loaded with fairy dust makings
and teachers once said life was there for the takings,
but I moved back to Salem where the witches got stakings
by elected officials, you could see their brains flaking….
And a deer in the meadow once told me to kiss off
while the protesters down on the mall had to piss off
but not me, I was wiping nearly all of the mist off
the front windshield, though it’s tough shit for me….
The battery dies to secure the commitment
to replace all my bones when they empty the shipment
and you wonder why Christ logged another hip dripment
on the surgical table where hemispheres died….
Oh the rabbits have gathered I believe at Convention
though I cannot attest while I’m causing invention
of a new tool you use with its evil intention
one the frogs in the pond did not happen to mention….
That the cops came one night for to practice their knowledge
which was after the lot was kicked out of the college
and I’d much rather lace with narcotics their porridge
so’d they have an excuse to go act like baboons….
Man, the sports scene is lacking, they ain’t been on the TV
and Carole came over and she wondered if I’d see
through binoculars when I was parked on the levee
and I laughed and swallowed a whole fist of mushrooms….
But my mother came calling from another dimension
and she asked why I pooped on the stairs on the way in
So I laughed and discovered any lie is a good one
when the sun’s going down and the stew’s boiling over….
And speaking of stew I had sex in the clover
with a girl named Clarissa who barely was older
than Jane Austin who hid in the nest ground of plovers
and spun her wild tales in iambic discussion….
I went down to an auction one day near the river
where its better in summer so’s you don’t have to shiver
and three cats I know brought an electrical quiver
though they loaded their trunk with a chamomile blanket….
At the dentist the fascists were having their teeth cleaned
and discussing the wall that they pictured was obscene
and not better for holding a pool than a door screen
yet my sisters were organized and armed with some feathers….
Oh we once let a rocket ship fly us to Venus
where the locals said hi by flinging their penis
which you have to believe I sure wish they had seen us
when we floated much higher with our gymnastic tricks….
Sometime back three years or perhaps it was decades
since my brain has decided to hide below house shades
which DeSantis now brags he’ll be saving the E’glades
but that state is a state of a statement or two….
That once in a while I revert to the fifties
where the Beats were my friends and a circus of trained fleas
once approached from the SoHo I could smell in the fresh breeze
but Rudi’s the one who created that gloom….
If I could if I would if I should I might lend you
my keyboard though how could I write what I’d send you
as my words are inclined and enthused to help mend you
with their glory and butane and camping equipment….
I was waiting in line at the corner store drop box
and cumming my pants with the sweet smell of fresh lox
from the deli I owned but have moved 17 blocks
while the board of assessors went and mailed me their praise….
You can dream all you want of that sweetest of girlfriends
who once ran around and plopped down on their rear ends
when you parted as lovers and agreed not to be friends
as the Christmas tree came crashing sadly….
Oh the kids they’ll be waking and be singing their tidings
while the wise men get shot when just out for their ridings
as they happen to be the wrong color, no hidings
and the boys in the blue once again give it all….
But that’s for the movie of my long ago boyhood
and even back then you could tell things were no good
when you traded your wonder for the draft board or priesthood
and ran through the streets without joy….
Oh the peacocks come singing at the ungodly hour
when the neighbors are crashing and the wife’s in the shower
and see, once again I am snorting a flower
which you heard it here first, I am calling nose power….
I’m starting a club, just a few will be membered
and unless they sign up they will not be remembered
it might happen in May but more likely November’d
and that means we’ll have time for the Kwanza affair….
All these schedules and campfires and harlequin photos
make me thrill to the idea of hanging with bozos
and I wonder who might run out for more Nodoze
cause who wants to miss all this holiday fun….
Never mind Carl’s returned with the car that Dad borrowed
and we’re glad he’s okay as we would have been sorrowed
to once give a rat’s butt of yesterday’s caring, but
the hell, you know me, I’m a crown prince of sharing.