Wild West Derangement
The beds are made the sun is a go.
Someday we’ll all be aflame, desired, ether-fate.
Stick it in my arm the sea the blackened entrails the Holy Ghost sheet.
The buffet witch is free to cope and rake
The leaves from the front porch;
Stick it in my arm, dear, the cleared and capable goat,
The pennies and creeps grab them by the throat.
Forget what they sold forget what they sold their pathetic jokes
And roads to ruin;
Likewise the oral soap, the too sick and old lonely show,
Give it good to the roach:
Make gorgeous the Wild West Derangement;
Give yr name its leather, dear --
Your child your hands without edges, your toes with pockets and folders,
Your oxygen god your cancer gone, your rotten gut brown spot a mere mirage.
Baby blue early or late or burned gotta flirt gotta fight:
People got eternity.
People got to chew blues bent for war with karma,
Smooth cool automatic seeking bloody words more than answers,
Truly they came to be dancers but lost the beat so wash away ink!
Wash away ink, Rain,
Wash away ink: electrocute elite with telephone and email schemes,
Manipulate with your hands and scissors the image-dream.
The nth test of remembrance is a bandwagon among the forgetful riders,
The close-up shot of lotion, the slapping ass of the turtle-kind, the fool’s
doughy dime:
Imagine the roof of yr mouth the root of the punk rose.
People got the bored then lose yr mind vote.
The beds are made the sun is a go.
These are needles to help my nose so stick it in my arm, dear,
Stick it in my arm yr jets and evil; soundproof my ears for the parade,
Drive it once more into our makeshift crest and yarn.
Yes, there were farms and chicken free-range.
Yes, there were peacocks by the barn.
Yes, many of them die under the toenail of the suits who
Snort booty and mindkontrol to forestall the reversal of rites and govern-ments;
And this is the peak of forever and then, whatever yr scheme;
This is the river on its knees just yesterday calling home on the harsh skin to
weep:
“Whatever yr dream, tell it to the armless girl you’ve never seen.”
From April, 2002 issue