Exposé

I am as though

I never was

          tonight at nine

you paid for it

          taxpayer dollars

run amok

On Allen St.

I’m hanging by a feather,
     but I feel strong.
All’s I need
     is some cushions beneath me,
     some fresh produce,
     the gas man to arrive,
     and a fluffy new dog.

And my rhythm.
Have you seen my rhythm, Patience?
It broke its leash;
     it’s out painting the highways red,
     ignoring doors,
     playing its own CDs.

Magnets might help—
     it’s allergic to magnets
     (magnetism the reverse of drumbeats).
     Get close enough and the poles reverse:
     Coriolis swirls the wrong way: proof
     that nothing is important
     without also being mystical.
     Filings that ought to’ve scattered
     instead lock metallic arms and
     call the dog back in
     with a high-pitched whistle
     that brings us all to our knees.

Two Cigs

ah, I’ll
take my
Fifth Amendment
Rightt:
          cluny
in the
          day-day

I’ll take my
two cigs
in the day-day

Ray Ray
          el casa de Ray
     in the day-day
Have cigs
in the day-day

Love Love
     in the day-day

Ray Ray
          hah hah
that is my car
     in the day-day

          Ray Ray
     in the Day-Day