Poetry #18
(published Late in the Year, 2000)
(published Late in the Year, 2000)
Saint Cecilia: World Party Telegramvitætion
| Ladies and gentlemen, pimps hos & yeomen n' -women n' -children, |
| gods and pets, rocks & ghosts, friends omens n' the most of the rest |
| of you, crankies lovelies lawyers and paupers, pen names & produce, |
| happy peeps n' vertebrates n' anyone in the jerks of a preachy heat! |
| this is roll call fo' da potty if any went unsummoned better speak up |
| now u've only 1 line break 2 say |
| so it seems we're all here? It's like nobody's listening we've all gone |
| gaga for inattention, that state sedate where because |
| maybe of a healthy (meaning both robust and probably reasonable) |
| fear of others of us (meaning everyone but me) or of ourselves (me) |
| we stop vying for the attention of anyone. Attention is an important |
| stuff. There are FunDips in the back and alcohol after the conclusion |
| of the reading back at reader's residence. Pay attention, spend it like |
| a trust fund acquired the day of the death of the god who raised you. |
| In the case of atheists that'd be |
| the day of the death of a notagod which might be but wouldn't have to |
| be: the beginning of a god, which also depending |
| on the preference of the people of that god might be the god's birth or |
| the god's conception: Mum- and Pupgod bucking girdles in bed |
| or else: aspiring-single-parentgod clenching Its fists as the petri dish's |
| little consciousness gets grafted to a simple soul or else: nine divine |
| month's later little fetal Zeus or Krishna, Ra Yemanjá Osiris or Allah, |
| JHVH Great Spirit Grandfather Time Mother Earth Ourlordwhat- |
| haveyou— be berthed. Life begins |
| eventually. Bud from hydra, cell from cell, fern from spore, & mini |
| lump of life from egg, in- or outside mother next, |
| son from father, neut- outta neuter, it happens. The passion that's |
| regeneration keeps on like the seasons' keepin' on n' on for one after |
| another generation. And everyOne's invited!; let the flappers drink |
| free drinks compliments of the Koi San; Mayans meet Mughals; Miss |
| Ananiashvili, I'd like to introduce you to my UncleViking; yes deep |
| in the wine cellar a representative of Lesbos shakes the bloody paws |
| of a few crusaders; Cecilia thrusts |
| her notyet-thrice-beheaded neck & plants a pucker smack on the face |
| of some pagan, but the tryst goes not any further ex- |
| cept for they get hitchedhookedmarried; the list goes on going check it |
| out; Alice B. Toklas n' Moses adroitly tango; stylites shout fullgusto |
| YouGoGirls down @ the underground railroad's conductors who |
| merengue ballet cabbage patch and polka through the crowd, those |
| Detroit Pistons & Roman Gladiators following behind in a festive |
| globalocomotion; Jesus bobs his bethornéd head to the bossa nova |
| beat machine; Gutenberg of a kind |
| of bible fame he and Hagar of another kind excuse themselves for |
| a stint in the ol' vomitorium round the corner in |
| downtown Mombassa; virus do-si-dos white blood cell up the wall |
| STOP Too much: stone soup for the quasipseudounsacrosanctified soul STOP |
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