Autopsy

Bones, 

Not enough evidence here, I’m afraid 

We’ll have to go back to where 

We last saw our bodies 

Alive and kicking. 

Ceremony of Succesion

Before the celebrated 

Rape scene, Mammon dressed 

As a swan, proceeds 

To preen his feathers 

Before offering all 

His overweening pride 

To his coming, 

Gilded offspring— 

Let us toast the occasion. 

Crickets in Bluegrass Country, 1959

Oh, I got that bug about colors— 

Blue’s one of my sweeties, 

Green too and I love hearing them 

Rocking and rolling 

On my back on the grass 

On my way to school—so 

No ding-dong bell for me,

Buddy, I’m gonna be cool 

Just like you.

Flagellant

I know 

It hurts, trying 

To be so 

Smart only to find 

Even a pachyderm 

Can whip you at that. 

Prostituting One's Self

As I sd 

to my friend, John I sd, 

because he wasn’t

buying, how come 

when we want 

to sell 

words, they always 

pimp us to do 

the trick.