The Cherokees

Sequoyah (George Guess) bequeathed the Cherokee hieroglyphs.
A page from the Cherokee Phoenix prints “the long ‘a’ as in father
Followed by its unstressed two-faced counterpart~ rival.
From where I sit on Wednesday, ‘nothing could be finer.’

From New Echota to Sandy Vtah
In Ikea white-washed gulag
His blood My blood is that of the cult
Of the Phoenix of the Crypt of the Cardinal

Guess signed his name by the ᏎᏉᏯ
Of Ssiquoya, a polymath
His Tesla top-shelf ku
Dripping the purple word

Passed from peace pipe and mouth of the riddle
Banished from the east: we are agaawli, ancient
Cave dwellers of the wilderness, the real people
Of Israel issuing from tsalu, the match and lucky

strike to those brave Angels
Who fell for bearing the fire
For which Prometheus was bound
For which LvcYfvr dropped his halo

Knowing his brother was playing Papa
Building Villages, building Kastles.
The whole scene, foul ball
Laced by Michael and his punk platoon

Of war hawks.

That they now face the come up of Legion–
Brave of the bravest angels to put a black-
hole dot on the swan, the oppressive mask

The tyrannous crown.
The Scorpion is the Phoenix
The Eagle The Helmsman
Without toupee

Nodding to the teabags of Parliament
Housing the neighs and yays
Of those Wigs and Torries.
Nothing has changed.

Except for name.
Donkey or Elephant.
Team after team.
It’s the same merry-

go-rounds wonder-
wheel eye. Too bad
Inside the nightmare
Of their own designed

funhouse, they can’t
See where they’re–
Look. The apple
On the ground takes

A bite of itself. Kool.
You ask, "but how
Can one do that?”
No idea. Don’t

Really care, knowing it means better
Than Uncle Sam’s treasonous intent
“to steal my cake and eat it to.”
Mas Mas Mas Mas Mas

Meanwhile, my trail
Of royal fuck-up
Has been in operation
For several years

Slowly building
To Viagra climax
The public’s verdict
Reads “Wa huhu”

And “Womp,
LvcYfvr Broke
Our trophee”
Followed by

The brief of “How the!–Not sure what’s Going on.”

Among us Cherokee.
For Trophy.
A scalp is as great
As any corporate block of clouds

Year in Year out
We do not budge
Show the chuck’
And ‘fuck-it’ grin

After twenty-three shots
And still breathing
In the blood and dust
Of Bank Amerika robbery

Like the energizer drum
Back for more
Because nightmare
Excitement

Is how we breathe

…

*ku: coup
**cake: body