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Black Ops

Tex Lester and his sidekick Lumpy Bascom 
wiggled down the arroyo on their bellies
to better observe a latifundista trouble spot
too hot to touch so they tap danced instead
Lumpy grabbed the walkie talkie and said 
hey my turn to change the channels
Tex said OK Lumpy said here goes
your eyelids are turning transparent
every lock has a key but some are kinda rusty 
it was an irreducible problem
on a sliding scale as usual
nothing so precious as a mind
overcoming its own psychosis 
nothing so dangerous so revealing
what makes potential seem immediate
who can have infinite protection
working yourself to exhaustion can help
if you are an original sin Catholic
it has been 7 seconds since my last confession 
contusions from the infant cradle
held to the sky in blessing
but the fields always droop and wither
and we always have the rest of our lives
the latifundista was under attack 
by an army of particulars 
bringing the guilty to the book
when they go apoplectic it usually means 
there's a turd in the butter dish
at this point grab life by the ass 
a balm for the paranoid shakes
or life's analog of the Virgin Mary
offering her writhing body to lepers 
entering heaven in her bent Bentley
while the rebels arouse themselves
as her personal representative
no keener mortal praise exists
except by her blind biographers
and their company of war chariots
our task is to mend civilization
without getting our balls shot off
but at my age it's an empty threat
funny you don't see many 
geriatric suicide bombers 
a relic from grandma's day
where tradition was not the joke
it is today unless it is a
tradition of mockery


From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
http://tinyurl.com/nhfk6dr

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