Unfathomable Miscellany
Jocko
How To Create Distractions Big Enough To Divert Attention Long Enough
To Steal Expensive Art From Your Hosts
Wired an invitation to wine and dine
at the villain's villa as he pillages the villages.
To cut the carpet in a Victorian gown
and hair curled like hylem of the spleen.
Squeaky-clean hardwood floors
with goldfish and guppies intermingling in tall, slim glasses of Champagne.
Imagine the humility and disgrace,
the poor tortured souls.
Pink, juicy lips meeting virgin hands cleaved hot off the press,
which can no longer do battle with joysticks
in a tragic and gory war for two free round trip tickets to Maui.
Disco balls versus waterfalls,
submerged above the ankles and ruining my new Nikes.
Fins brushing shaking booties,
and my shoulders my serve as your throne your highness;
the monkey on my back.
So I took jujitsu for political upheaval,
to flip the monkey with a step forward
and pin it to the ground with costume jewelry.
And with no burden to bear I proposed my preposterous proposal
with bent posture and imperfect form on shaky knees.
Black and green stained finger from that cheap little ring,
and you won't offer me store credit.
Checkmate, old chap.
You've been defeated by default...
Now Jocko is King.
This whatever the hell it is appeared in Church on Thursday, Issue #
8, August 1997.
