The Village

The Castle is walking toward us
With her congregation of super-
Intendents and fuck boys & their
Village transformers are out in force

Burning through their brake’s berserks
Screaming not war cry but for runoff ramp
Apocalypse?–more evident than
The barking dogs in a town dubbed

Hirsute, a town that makes razors
By Harry’s This past summer
In Albuquerque, the Duke
Of New Mexico popped up

From dead Like Oscar the Grouch
Out of Netflix His middle finger
Let out a cheerful hello I was touched
And gave him my God loves ugly smile

I was black cat in their ABQ cathedral
Who after a few cheery months
Blew out more than one power grid
Just by smiling to Killer Mike’s “Reagan”

And ‘walking this way’
For which in Texas
Not Aerosmith but aero-
plane touched down

In Texas with either my dad
Or ward–I can’t tell one
From which; the joining flight
Was fumbled; well something

Like that
Just ask Dave!–
He let out a ‘crud’
Then set out by LYFT

With three cowboys
Wearing Hell’s bandana
It was bananas
Picking me up from Stone Age

A green taxi softened me up
For airport’s secret stage
Where it was “back to Florida
Or cut from my family name”

I chose both and told him
To relay the following brief
To Mark Vaughn, “stick it
In the ass of my Klone”

The flight back was full of 808s
A valet of the Table watched
Over the Hell of both of us
In case my heart might erupt

Been there Done that I kept
It calm and almost not stupid
Settling for snapping Marion’s
Wanna-be warden’s Dick Tracy

Wristwatch Yes I was kind enough
Not to feed it to the Croc
What a shock Too kind I know
The whole flight he looked like Biden

Googling the wrong direction
Through keyhole
Too much time in a village
That’s always sunny

There’s more to come
I know They want
They want They want
To erase me

With Mayan blue eraser
Too bad; miserere
Laments about magic
Their final hymns

To curse Maat, the moon
Pre-ejaculated to land
Where George Mallory
Once lay over

In corpse pose in Tibet
On the North Face
Of Mount Everest
We should lyft the mask

the Mask of Μῶμος
And at 27,000 feet
With mallet, with ice axe
Watch it crush in the Death Zone

On stage, figure of white fun
But in temple synagogue house
Of worship, the baleful bilker
Confidence man that leads

Congress to the cookbook
Of tyranny In Zeus we’re fucked
He’s bipolar Sometimes
He’s a peach

But more often a swan
But more often a swan

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