They won
one of those Deere Johns
(TV quiz-a-M’-Bob, Bet Your Meal)
Ride-’em lawn ‘n forest mower-boys
just about time
the house on the lawn ‘n forest
foreclosed…
a pretty green, too
the Deere an’ the house an’ the forest, once
I recall all of It, now
how Life was once
Cole Porter spouting
“You’re The Top”, ’til
the Gigolos descended, distended
like carrionistas with twinkling teeth
for the Life
of you
recall                             
Herb Shriner, Herb Sheldon
Herbie, & Herbie (Amos) And Andy
Vonnegut gave the clues
(Dwayne [Herb] Hoover!)
50,000 yr. old Herbs, easy
for Cunnambeillee’s DreamTime
A primaltime
for friend & faux, though
Holidays festived
’til the quest for Powdered More
divested Kansas & Kinkade
Currier & Ives
by the visit of Oz & Raid…
We knew ye Rock-so-Well
macaroni ‘n cheese never cheesy enough
now too cheesey to be cheesy-enough
The guy’s
in the guise of guys, wired
(has anyone not from Trang Bang ever met Dow Jones?)
in a grip
more wringing than the spin cycle
yet
when the the jaws-of-life
extricated from the mangle
even EMT’s, “Wow, looka’ that shave!”
like the tan on a corpse
Ever consider
the trunks on elephants
not in the rear, &
as beasts of our burdens
trunks-for-trunks?
They’ll tell you,
“It’s only a reflection!”
Like hitchin’ a small trailer
to the Deere for one-shop-stopping!
Neighbors? Nah, we’re only
passin’ thru (…We can trim your yard?), & thru…& through
(mebbe today, tomorrow following St. Patrick?)
Leave America?
Escapade to better…?
America’s better is everywhere!
1,000 Lands of the pox
all the Democratic Rudepublics of Nowhere
Anthropophagismana-nananana…
For the Life
of you
recall
A savory, unmeasured time
every Summers’ day a loop…
the Wrensong canonale and robust…
Badinage!
like the reassemble
of a Cuisanarted onion
parroting the realpeal
Haud res
you chafe
small but insignificant
newscrazed for the unnews
& the bandits blurt -
“Anything you need?…Just let someone else know.”
Fear is engaging unprotected Love!
And
For the Life
of you
recall, recall
A savory, unmeasured time
every Summers’ day a loop…
when the Wrensong a canonale and robust…