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.
Purse-snatching is so déclassé.
Acquire a mentor: Third Worlders
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
Accept inequality, plentiful
as ants at a picnic.
Your opportunities are limitless:
commensurate with federal
Mystify your colleagues.
Pretend to be a reporter
for The Washington Post.
Refuse to name your sources.
Do not pass go directly
Dream Song, 78
"Our Father, who art where thou art…"
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.