American Kitsch

I.
lady i swear by all flowers
Ph’nglui mglw’nafh
Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn

II.
I hear America singing
The varied carols I hear,—
A killer bee that’s stinging
My inner inner ear.

III.
I see you, Allen Ginsberg, in a supermarket in California,
fondling nakedly a pair of hairy kiwis,
smoking a cigarette with dirty fingers and a gratified expression,
fantasizing about Walt Whitman fantasizing about grocery boys
fantasizing about free bananas,
farting windily from your often-plugged-up-with-cocks asshole,
smelling like the unvenilated bathroom at Joe’s Greasy Sandwiches,
squeezing goop from a volcanic & holy pimple on your forearm,
weirding out the children who see NAMBLA written in your eyes,
scandalizing the squares who can’t handle their fruit in public,
waiting for the police to come give you a happy ending.

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Variations on a Theme of Robert Frost

The Secret Sits
We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.

Var. I
Ring around the rosie,
A pocket full of knowsie.

Var. 2
Atomically
Are we, and be
The nucleus
Unknown to us.

Var. 3
Musical chairs
We roundly play.
The music airs,
We circle away.

The music sounds.
The beats, they drop.
We ring in rounds
Without a stop.

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To Every Beamish Child

The day began at 6 PM;
   At 6 PM it ends.
At 6 PM a cherry brehm 
   Will puff with harey friends.
O frabjous day!  Callooh!  Callay!
   I chortle in my joy!
A madly glad Mad Hatter Day
   To every girl and boy!

At 6 PM I drank some tea;
   At 6 PM drank more.
At 6 PM the Tumtum tree
   I smoked, then went to snore.
O frabjous day!  Callooh!  Callay!
   I urkel loud and wild!
A madly glad Mad Hatter Day
   To every beamish child!

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The Flowering

The sonnet which the sonneteer will spoil
    With loving faith and tender nurturing
Rewards the poet's care and gentle toil
    With beauties which to no other verse will cling,
Becoming it the delicatest flower
    That ever rose upon a thorny stem,—
That ever felt descend from heaven a shower,—
    That ever garnered envy from a gem.
Attaining heights which ne'er surpass petiteness,
    Pretty and poised it flowers in full heat,
Displaying then a fine design of neatness,
    The air both soft and strong, potent and sweet.
Crowning it lovely twice will be its bloom
And the long-lasting scent of its perfume.

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