Dec 2017
I won't mention ur unmasked features,
ur mask fallen---
I am a fool in love w/ plastic women;
Barbie Law applies in Iran & Turkey,
there are nomads in the desert---
I can only imagine u as pale blue
& Chinese, a blur that sends me out in
the rain---a fool there was, I cradle a cat
& it purrs like a nitro-driven funny car;
like the ******* wandering
the Polish border---do we know why?
Babylon had synth-pop
that we will never hear---
Egypt had Jews Egyptians never saw
& now 1000s of years later (millennia
pass & poets still get drunk in pop-up
bars w/ pop-up ****** from the street
but she is no fool (Candy
could have made a divine wife,
if only one could believe those things)
marriage hands her the golden cup,
u are like me in that way---
I plastered my room w/ life-size posters
of Taylor Swift & spent the next few days
doubled-over, sometimes throwing up
until the rummy next door
brought me a bottle & an Apink CD relievedly
a terracotta roller-coaster
shoots right past my window, Roman soldiers
retain the memories of wives long gone
voice activated voice recognition;
retinal scan DNA ****** recognition
identity theft MRI individuality---
fingerprints & dreams or maybe not
dreaming our slithering selves
into being; sliding like **** sacred
serpents preaching in the garden
I know---
Half-naked strippers & movie stars
crowding me out of my own closet;
wearing my purple vest & zoot suit
among my 1000s of descendants
there are no prophets today, only
swift bikinis watching me through
dark eyes---
Those seers that foretold the world
in prehistoric times---they saw
everything u see today & yesterday
& tomorrow are like u in that way
& like Theda Bara in 'A Fool There Was'
u are a vamp dropping ur bra to the floor
& like Jean Harlow u never wear *******
I like u more than modern dance
& long to see u shimmy
in prehistoric times---when Christ came around
no one called the dancing girls,
all bells & bangles naked beneath sheer muslin
The CCCP calls the Dali Lama
a wolf in monk's clothing---
I call u a geisha dressed like a 7th Ave. *****---
u call me & leave a rambling voice-mail,
my house is a smart-house---
Come inside & I will admit I am a fool
while kissing ur ruddy, sweaty feet---
O girl, I am ur fool & I will dig my fingers
in the earth until I unearth u like a fossil
w/ foolish fingers & hair like Theda---
Stringy, **** outside, the Indian girl
won't come in here, she's a Bollywood star
ur mask fallen---
I am a fool in love w/ plastic women;
Barbie Law applies in Iran & Turkey,
there are nomads in the desert---
I can only imagine u as pale blue
& Chinese, a blur that sends me out in
the rain---a fool there was, I cradle a cat
& it purrs like a nitro-driven funny car;
like the ******* wandering
the Polish border---do we know why?
Babylon had synth-pop
that we will never hear---
Egypt had Jews Egyptians never saw
& now 1000s of years later (millennia
pass & poets still get drunk in pop-up
bars w/ pop-up ****** from the street
but she is no fool (Candy
could have made a divine wife,
if only one could believe those things)
marriage hands her the golden cup,
u are like me in that way---
I plastered my room w/ life-size posters
of Taylor Swift & spent the next few days
doubled-over, sometimes throwing up
until the rummy next door
brought me a bottle & an Apink CD relievedly
a terracotta roller-coaster
shoots right past my window, Roman soldiers
retain the memories of wives long gone
voice activated voice recognition;
retinal scan DNA ****** recognition
identity theft MRI individuality---
fingerprints & dreams or maybe not
dreaming our slithering selves
into being; sliding like **** sacred
serpents preaching in the garden
I know---
Half-naked strippers & movie stars
crowding me out of my own closet;
wearing my purple vest & zoot suit
among my 1000s of descendants
there are no prophets today, only
swift bikinis watching me through
dark eyes---
Those seers that foretold the world
in prehistoric times---they saw
everything u see today & yesterday
& tomorrow are like u in that way
& like Theda Bara in 'A Fool There Was'
u are a vamp dropping ur bra to the floor
& like Jean Harlow u never wear *******
I like u more than modern dance
& long to see u shimmy
in prehistoric times---when Christ came around
no one called the dancing girls,
all bells & bangles naked beneath sheer muslin
The CCCP calls the Dali Lama
a wolf in monk's clothing---
I call u a geisha dressed like a 7th Ave. *****---
u call me & leave a rambling voice-mail,
my house is a smart-house---
Come inside & I will admit I am a fool
while kissing ur ruddy, sweaty feet---
O girl, I am ur fool & I will dig my fingers
in the earth until I unearth u like a fossil
w/ foolish fingers & hair like Theda---
Stringy, **** outside, the Indian girl
won't come in here, she's a Bollywood star
