Hello scoundrel soup
when will you be regarded as a cretin
and not a nincompoop
when will you be showered the blessings you deserve,
with proper countenance
when will your whore's hairs dine beyond your waistline
waiting for tomorrow to deliver them
into temptation
and when will those forceps that dictate your encumbrances
yeild thier grip
and loosen their lip
over your honeyed hip
to say "HERE'S YOUR BOUNTY
IT'S YOUR SHIP
LET IT SLIDE
LET IT SLIP"

while boys on pale elephants
ride into the grassy hovels
refined only by their own grief
spilling salts into easy, dreary stew,
here's a bucket of two trammell-hoofed and gilded lambs.
here we have your mother's mams
and her corset-shaped clams
that beckoned your father
that night on the edge of disaster
or desire

pinochle bruises let loose a storm of tight lightning
as the demons with cleft palates scorn their own caves
which their handmaids have ill-prepared for guests of authority.
They conclude this is why they lost the battle
and resolve, when again regaining power,
be it months from now,
or centuries,
their males shall not be wimpy.

Christ concluded this one should be categorized as a banquet.
And we all cheer.
We'd feared he might not even acknowledge us at all
So we feel we've won.
and ev'ry priest under the moon
and ev'ry nun under then sun
will trade their barstools for chrysanthemums,
their sugar for salt,
their warts for remembrance,
and hide behind the tyke with the tiger as a shawl,
singing, in unison, "Didn't we almost have it all"

The tortoise shaped sloops
sail backwards towards the wasteland
to a crowd of 89 onlookers,
none of which can answer the question better than me:
"It don't matter, do it?"

Timmy and Blackened Tina bark,
trying to sell shoes to those industrialists
who have all the foresight in creation,
but no balls
and no wherewithal
They then throw a spotlight on their hubris/leprosy
and turn in for the night
after a night cap drenched in gold.
And the next dawn,
equipped to pass under the radar of the prefect,
they set unto Judea,
to issue a call
to "Deal With it."

3:30am
on bus from vegas to l.a. 8/02

slightly refined 04.07

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