Inspiration

Though its exact trajectory remains 

Difficult to pin down, we do know 

Before the poem could enter spirited, full 

Blown onto the paper, it had to leave 

A curious black and white flowering 

Pattern at its exit point. 

Carpe Diem, Dude

At his leisure going nowhere fast, 
Strung-out grasshopper 
Trips along hot flagstone path 

Out of grass, cool headed 
Glass lizard sees future reality 
Sandwich fleeing jumps at chance 

Crunch! 

Non-glass mandible closes fast, 
Hauls dumbass hophead munchies 
Back to grass.

The Great White Latter-Day Candidate Settles the Autochthonous American Question Once and for All

My fellow squaw—I mean 

Straw—men no more squawking 

Forked tongues, no more 

Corporate reservations full 

Of bitter rotting liver heroes, let’s drink 

To sweet Manifest Destiny Snake Oil the only 

Way to go! 

Sacrificial Spit

“Hear that smell!” he spat out 

As if transfixed, 

A phrase that sent our animal senses 

Reeling while he slowly turned 

That heavenly paschal lamb basted 

Ever so gently with oregano and oil— 

Such an orgy of taste, sight and smell! 

But mum was the word when it came to 

That smoldering pit of hell. 

Bullet Points Delineating Thick-Headed Meme Brained Civilized Man

Generation

. 

Upon generation 

. 

Of grey 

. 

Matter winding up thin 

. 

Pliable sheet covering 

. 

Acculturated 

. 

Stiff