ITCHY HOMO

up the poplar
down five stars and to the right
there’s a peanut named payola
where a people live like wee
give them a seed
and they’ll sow it in the wrong place
any fault will do any desert
they gather on Brownie nights
to bemoan their stunted growths
the quake the drought a deity’s fault
prayer beads made of Honest Abe pennies
some paranoiac runt at the head of the flock
he who learnt his lines by rote
the phone calls are dialed by digital
the messes are dealt with by endoscopy
the moments are dismembered by plans
yawn burp sigh kneel and curse
would they shit you of course they would
and give the miracle a name
anti-death & anti-body
they are paid by the immaturish to dabble
the co-pay is all they are willing to add to the pot
they believe in unfunny cards
they will not let anything be wild
st. chemo smiles out of a flat screen spa
an Australian vintner is the shaman
language is a problem
3 and 4 letter words disable them
but jargon they like like a rattle
give them a sunset they can understand
and they will gleefully go for all the glue traps
say cheese I do and pledge allegiance
argue for obesity and pubescence
as long as it has the right genomes
raise herds of scapegoats and asses
they are the circus they just can’t find the road
give them Barnum Jesus Bailey Christ
give them their day the size of a millisecond
an ant lugging a bit of feather three times its size
that thinks it’s a chief