The Patriots'Act (Scene One):
O, what's the loud uproar assailing
Mine ears without cease?
'Tis the voice of the hopeful, all-hailing
The horrors of peace.
- Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary
Hiphop Hurrah! for the American Ship-of-State,
just minutes after the Arabs showed us a thing or…
The entire Congressional chorus, body-snatched
to the Capitol steps for a sing-along: God Bless
America, teleprompters aflame. Both sides
of the aisle, bride & groom's, port-filled
& star-bored. And where might I ask?
(as a Point of Ordure) was Mr. Jolson? Backstage,
wiping off his blackface, white as a goat, marble-
mouthed, mumbling: You ain't heard nothin' yet, folks.
Ghetto Primer
Purse-snatching is so déclassé.
Acquire a mentor: Third Worlders
work best.
Don't be stupid.
Correction: don't act stupid.
Read William Foote Whyte's
Street Corner Society.
When the cops roll up
flip one's lid. One + one
= snake-eyes.
Accept inequality, plentiful
as ants at a picnic.
Your opportunities are limitless:
commensurate with federal
sentencing guidelines.
Mystify your colleagues.
Pretend to be a reporter
for The Washington Post.
Refuse to name your sources.
Do not pass go directly
to jail.
Dream Song, 78
"Our Father, who art where thou art…"
---Nicanor Parra
The adjustment of tall buildings
into flour dust. The excavation of earth
(length, width & depth) the size of swim-
ming pools---into mass…temples. Penury,
pestilence, quietus: spread like fine
linen tablecloths, coming soon
to a theater near you. And the promise
of more Surprise!'s in the offing. The music
of love—is Why? to my ears. I
have placed God
on a need-to-know basis.