Containing the partially cremated remains of the Emperor
Liu Shang, inventor of Shantung Chicken and
Laughing-Duck brand MSG-free black bean sauce.
I am spinning, spinning
Through the long-stay caravan park of your heart,
one thousand years after
Civilisation has crumbled away, leaving only
Rusting recreational vehicles and empty
whopper-with-cheese wrappers
Denuded now of mayonnaise and ketchup, drifting like
Factory-assembled tumbleweeds, manufactured in Malaysia
to high precision standards
mandated by head office in Zurich.
The Korean yuppie cannot order coffee in Starbucks
because his voice has been degraded by karaoke
and oral sex. Also this:
When you gargle La Marsellaise with a hang-over,
is it because you secretly believe yourself
to be descended from the French pirate Jean Lafitte
or because you once saw
Francois Mitterand peeking at the
special bumper Autumn issue of
Home Beautiful in an airport lounge in Cleveland?
poems
funny
3 comments:
Beautiful, man.
A beautiful poem, man. Beautiful. *Sniffs*
It gets me right there...
Ezra would be proud.
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