Reefer–smoking boy scouts
slide into matinees. Mad reels
of pointy breasted sweater girls
with tightly curled hair.
The children sing a satire song.
Rebel. Against? What have you got?
Into the streets. A loose, mad, roiling scene.
Who cares enough now to step off the curb
and knock off a man’s hat?
Hurricanes in Florida.
Try to defy, insert flap A, bolt the bed.
Assemble a generic life and move,
move and keep moving as a tongue.
Patter kills the soul. Death by small talk.
No matter. Genuflect and make book.
The last glacier.
Fish full of mercury, mercy me.
Mushrooms scream, power wears lapel flags,
the swag of sandbagged solutions.
Sharks on the shoreline seek seals.
The smoke is from the west.
Marvin sits down, orders a silver bullet.
I wanna holler, throw up both my hands.
Sing for sisters a song in minor.
Dance for brothers behind barbed wire.
Trees sing lullabies in every language.
