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“Santo and Johnny”

(Poet’s instruction- Play “Sleepwalk” twice by Santo and Johnny while reading)

Santo and Johnny play Sleepwalk on Fender steel and bass
Just oozing out their mellow electric dream sound as the
Santa Monica Pier exudes under a blue napkin of sky voices
Lifting tanned bodies aloft into the maelstrom of sun and stars
The world sneezes and belches out high octane cries of desire
Armed with young ideas and brittle baskets of sunset lovemaking
Democrats and Republicans engorge the sun with rum and cigars
As Johnny and Lana drink lizard-shoe cocktails at the Formosa
The Platters glide across the cathode sky singing Smoke Gets In Your Eyes
The ’58 impala cruises at 75 miles per hour with Bobby Rydell driving

Jackie Robinson hits a liner against the Tydol sign at Ebbets
He rounds second base with cleats digging into the hard ground
Driving home Pee Wee Reese in the roaring Flatbush shadows
Democrats and Republicans devour frankfurters and drink tequila al fresco
As Joe and his wife meet Bogie for beers and cigarettes behind third
There Jackie Robinson stands in an indomitable black sheen of sweat
Muscular as a lion bent on the kill by a river he dances the line fantastic
This magnificent eagle taloned for the high ascendances without wings
Santo and Johnny sit in the bleachers searching for beauty and truth as
Preacher Roe walks in from the bullpen with his lanky spitter spinning

Abraham Zapruder climbs a white abutment in Dealey Plaza wearing black
The Midnight Blue is turning on Elm and now it is showtime in 1963
Twenty-six seconds of a national nightmare a Bell & Howell blood orgy as
Miss Sitzman throttles his business attire from behind steadying his hand
Democrats and Republicans wave to a legend and take screaming Polaroids
Santo and Johnny play Sleepwalk to the gasping pigeons who scatter like flies
The Babushka Lady insists on playing The Singing Nun as morticians gather
Brain matter and roses spray the Dallas denizens as they flee to the bullets
Jackie decides on second thought to retrieve the husband’s brain in the roar
Miss America stops waving and Bert Parks stops singing the deed is done

Santo and Johnny have tamed the Cooper Hawks they have bowed their heads
As Santo glides his steel fingers across the American landscape of gun violence
Father Flanagan herds his boys for the big cakewalk in a drawn circle of death
Democrats and Republicans will dutifully carry their Captain to his deep grave
They are the broken-hearted fathers and brothers seeking another close dance 
Another flirtation with new nights dallying with pillbox ladies wearing pink roses
The sun is forever setting in Dealey Plaza as the black phantom hearse drives by
Again and again for an eternity of unending gaspings by the stunned witnesses
Sleepwalk is playing through the pergola loudspeakers now in the autumn dusk
As undead ghosts cry alone again astride the green expanse of lawn and life
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