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Tie rollerskates to pólice
Horses hoofs
Piss on the grim parade
From the roof
Of the dept store
Slip a fortune cookie note
That reads
´give me liberty or death
Or chicken chow mein ´
In the pocket of a
Passing pope
Arm the homeless
With pitchforks
& direct them to the
Castle on the hill
Bite the earlobes
Of the palace guards
But not too hard
Just enough to let
Them know
We means bizness
Free the geese & turkeys
From their Christmas cages
Bring back the cat
& the white rhino too
Buddy Bolden´s trumpet
Audible from a mile
& a century away
Will be our huntsman´s cry
Tally Ho!
Tough time to be a
Fox in ermine
That day
Chase the elusive Trane
Down 52nd street
Bring down a plane
With the third eye
Crash landing with
Ray gun sparks
Balls to convention
Let´s nudge
Shout theatre in a
Crowded fire
Squirt soda water
In destiny´s face
I´m mad as hell but
Then hell is mad
Let´s push Larkin´s
Work toad under
The 39 bus
& give all
The blessed angels
Something to sing
Let them fear
King Ludd
& kabouters
Slack men in
Boiler rooms
Reading yesterday´s
Fellow travelers
Come & let´s dance
On the green
But first take off
Your shoes
& throw them
Into the

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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