Vietnam Blues and Supermen

 

Money tingles, appropriations are dispersed yet the
Colonels continue to crack the table with illusions,

The night gossips w/ the monotonous jingle of books
In the bluest pocket of the new fleet’s arrival. Lo

Here comes the jazz and look at the marlin. It here
Steadies its stare at the hairs of Ho! Ho! Ho! Was

It Hemingway who told you that? (Hemingway’s really
Easy.) It seeks new chairs, new vacancies, but most

Cannot delight at the lady’s red commotion. Who she
They whisper. Then the blares of all’s cute sermons

Flare up to the sky in the New Year lick o’ Chinese
Noodles. There are tires burning, also, and the old

Breasts bare their talents to the merest mementos
Sucking white scars of arrow and abuse and men’s

Gushy judgment. You delight, we delight, everybody
Coos to the trill of puke’s affinity, goes on about

Till breads burst on humor-chambers ‘pon this last
January, to a tide of think-tank burps of Success.

 

 

---December/1987

 

 

 

 

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