On the positive side, the churning vats of Vermont butter
Only yesterday his mother gently said, …faits attention Mon ‘tit Jean…
On the positive side, the churning vats of Vermont butter,
Gently spill onto the Lobster platter, that fills the belly of the Wall Street broker,
Setting the rage control to… onward… for the belching Detroit stoker
To sneer past those Black Hills faces, whose democracy graces, oh mother!
II.
Then Southwards through cactus spiked sin and tumbleweed valleys to 66 Holly root,
Along the Pacific highway Northwest to fathom and be more astute
Where breezy tube chimes don't equal a dime to this unfazed mind
III.
In another time zone, …Only to find
where Ginza Street bankers bluster with treasure
Robust ying/yang rice beer, and now they’re eternally stained for good measure
Wanting Gucci leggy accessories with illusionary jet pleasure,
IV.
While a torn Japanese oyster netted aqua … glass sphere
Crashes over every ocean wave, ends nestled by an Oregon pier,
To bob and prism wet seagull feathers.
V.
Blood choked eyes bead the western latitude
Trying to understand the brilliant horizon ball of Eastern solitude
VI.
… Chortling jelly bellies Portuguese men o’ war off Long Island sound
Meanwhile deep below lobsters claw on an arrogant dental crown
‘Here is no Terra Nova shore nor melting Vermont butter…
Though two ghostly sisters, who can no longer mutter
They wanting kisses, circle too dancing for all passing buoys…Negatively caring,
Through the Lobster boat’s compass glass blister, squirms a coy magnetic bearing. |