(So Don’t Blame Me, Blame Him)
1.
I hear from the yapping that pent dogs know infelicity,
I learn from the dreary May rains of ecologic fragility,
its drowsiness is a moribund reminder of mortality
the vortex of each shot-off star dreams a new reality.
2.
Datsuns break in brainlessness and belch in coal-fired stacks.
Caffeine’s a means of antsiness and minor heart-attacks.
Noisy aircraft above the park, and crawling bugs that bite
Imagine nations fool themselves to think that nothing’s right.
3.
In the dawn of the day of the world in its slumber
with the yawning and trudging and mindless anumber
the mind of the universe looks... and it blinks
and hopelessly heavily eyebally sinks
in tidepools and cesspools incessantly sucking
the masses all crassly and gaseously shucking
their selves from their souls and denying their oneness
in obdurate, blissful emissions of dumbness.
4.
The time has come, you Wal-Mart head, to sing of Manny Sphinx;
of shooting slips and scallywags and sailor dogs and skinks.
The tar-soaked docks are bountiful but cloying in their stinks
whose Carpenters sang “Sing A Song” without the sexy slinks.
5.
Where the beast shits, there slip I.
Too much cowbell? No, I lie.
Where’s my couch? The fouls do fly.
Watch the bats swing. I’ll sip rye.