the moon is a pirate hook
forget about Bin Laden
Orwell never knew him
forget about Simon & McCartney
and get in line to save Muldoon
from 600 poems a week!
I read somewhere
He reads somewhere

the sun curves on a saber
we will keep from rising in the East
you forget Neruda and Picasso
how to interpret their language
I forget what cannons say
what message arises from tombs
God is your burning Bush
God is your New King’s Translation

the stars turn like fallen men
we are all Newman
there is nothing to Revere
except some shorter hem and haw
in Sarah’s purse for some make-up
the Pope absolves in so many words
the dimes I took from Peter
for debts I’ve already forgotten

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