π

The second & third coming of Pompeii
The first night after the day after the day

The crocodile breaking necks
On the L the G the M the 1 the A

Emerges from the 6-train’s
77th Street gate and tick-

Tocks his way to the House of Frick
To take a nap under The Birth

of Venus like a beatnik drunk
Catching baahs beneath

The throat of a trap-
house fireplace

Dreaming of Jaws

II

The yellow barrels pop back up
With the click of ten sawed-off

Shotguns
I’ll be back

The Terminator delivers
His one badass line

Of cliche
By this time

A mental form
Of jock-itch

All the way from California
To New York Bay

III

We’re gonna need a bigger boat
Comes now as apropos

Is not what the President can say
But in hindsight of 2020’s Lasik Eye

                    Fuck 

We, the People, already know

IV

The owl peaks into Constant Troy-
on’s A Pasture in Normandy

Utterly bereft, scanning
Its wavves of grass

And into the next plot’s grain
Calling to his better twin soul