Think Different

The poet destroys the dull clang of convention with the piccolo of chaos.

Then the politician rides up on a John Deere mower and there is a blare of chaos.

The one who can save us is awesome

in saving us from the one who is awesome.

Deep in the unconscious

Thomas Jefferson glows like reasons

with the fire of lust. A ginger-haired monstrosity of goat cheese

cannot be contained in the gap-toothed invertebrate

crawling across some appendage.

That is liberation.

It vomits quietly on the sand where Captain Kirk

dreams of exploding robots as he executes his semen-stained programming.

Absolutely nothing has changed except that the horde of germ-carrying art vermin

have commandeered the red wheelbarrow as a stock offering.