when sunglasses were everything
(take 2)
At an ambivalent horse show, speaking
Esperanto
owled in my stylish sunglasses
outside looking inside smirched glass
houses
lobbing stones – chimpanzee nimble
Call me anything but call me my
funk name:
Dab Stupid
Yes whomp me upside my head
in my double-mirror wraparound shades
and fallingdown house:
To squint is to see
How dull and stupid everything
seems
And then, enter modernly thorough
Millicent
$1,000 on her nose, her extreme meta-designer
shades
vectoring my eye-windows
entrancingly exhibiting birdlike opulence
fab wandering skinny queen,
sheathed in diamond
past me her beanpoled selves in
fly-vision twangle
People, bust me right upside my head
coz
(Soon) she gonna be married she says
she’s hitching her mules up to Reuben
successful boy scientist down Marvin
street
raise up a family
twelve children, maybe thirteen
A little home in the country
Woe is a me ba
So bust me upside my cornpone head
coz I ain’t nothing but a country
fool
Millicent is diligent and won’t
be negligent
to her businesslike betrothal
and I am pierced to my heart in my
flashy eyewear
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