SPANISH ARMADAS
Elastics turning flaccid. Poets in
high heels
hired for Ivy Leagues schools. Teaching
young woman
how to turn into glass. Cohen sounds so
mournful even
gargling. His words like fists. His
thoughts
laughing gas.
Artists, so many of them
liars. Or cowards. Mick Jaggar
A little spider on the stage. Its so
difficult to see
anything. Humans are the animal that
share each others eyes.
I wish I'd been raised in Vienna in the
1930s. When Hitler was selling
postcards
of his soul. How many evenings did he
fall asleep
with tears in his eyes. Tears
of rage. Two blocks away Lenin's former
lover died of cancer.
Off the shores of Ireland the Spanish
bodies
floated. Like phlegm from the mad
Christian
king. The Armada, Palace of the Sun
King, the Wall, stupidity in a
thousand dollar suit. Fifty years ago I
stood
on the shores of the Detroit River and
watched
all those ships aflame.
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