77

ONLY A BLUEBIRD

Home delivery of the finest
horn-rimmed apology, circular logic
was sending me bills by way of
squatter companions. Piano recital.
Mezuzot by the elevator.
Bugs Bunny held by the throat
by the girl by the subway door
heading to school. Halloween.
Wigs, hats. Gaily decorated,
decorated by gay people?
Theory of the gaze. Microsecond-
longer glance. Power plague.
The rollers had melted to a
puddle of goo. Cast new ones.

What difference does it make to
be in the second row hearing
all the little jokes add up
to a style of being broken

when the night is getting started
and the truth isn't retarded
but is making monkeys walk to Cheops
for the landskip garden helots

in a minute we'll be frail
but for now we're in the mail
so let's button up our dickeys
look alive and give out hickeys

what difference does it make
to all the little songs
that monitor the heartbeat
give me energy or let me differ

don't put pressure on the water
get some pulsion to the rainbow
we've got to make it to the coast
rodeo dopes clinging to terry cloth ropes
find me a mortgagee to play charades

Give me a good shake, o
Taco hotdog bluebird magnolia