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Parish trailer gameshow... Deal or No Deal

Burn the phosphorous
                         for a prayer to Mary
                Mother of Vietnam          Amidst
the matchsticks of N.O.Eastunder

Thuong Xa Que Huong Farmers Market

       re-grassed after the uproot moving
             greens from 40 acred swamps
   Seeds
   in the pockets
   of boat people spring the lemongrass
                         the snow peas   the figs

       Twice refugeed VietCatholics
             rebirth veterans unkillable

unlike the duck-turtle-rabbit on ice in the coolers


                                      If the estimates of Iraqi
                                      auto repair
                                      were credited here    states could be reborn
                                      tomorrow with a new one in the womb


The Investools encourage
me to build & protect
wealth     You are making me

richer than Bob Global’s
brainchild so you should know
I’m a terrible watchdog

I have volunteered for
the impossible task of keeping
your body warm   If N. Dupre

is too cold for you there’s
nothing I can do     I will
“A” this effort while failing you

w/ gusto in the end     Tonight
doesn’t need to make
sense but don’t steal my salad

                     & tell me you don’t eat vegetables

                                             I appreciate the instructor
                                            deeply but I’ve already mastered
                                             the lessons of misunderstanding

                                             The city is too dirty
                                             for you     You’re right
                                             you might be too clean

                                             for me though my doubts
                                             are arousing     I want you dirty
                                             enough to be comfortable

                                             & relax     How did I get
                                             so at-home in
                                             the post-apocalypse   ?

                      This is the sound of my animal-spirit growling


           Hustle over hustle
    gets divided   The quotient
           equals bloodcrime                                  4 murders over 3 hours =

                               Camouflage at Old State Palace
         doesn’t come with a guardsman
                   inside         The hideout outfits uniform
                                                   CP3 MCs
                       ganging up to live             The minister declares this

                                                                              our lunch
                                                                        counter   moment
                                                                     If we are dying on the
                                                                  television   then   all is lost

                                                                  Is there a Radio Hutu here
                                                             making the mound of skulls sexy

               Hotboy Juniors
                     argue over Triggerman beats
                about who the real
                                  Slimm Thug is       &     will he stand up

                I DON’T WANT THANKSGIVING TURKEY
                THIS YEAR YOU CAN GIVE ME A SCHOOL

       Pal’s Brasilianos

                are at home speaking spanglish
                 in an American neighborhood bar     Imperialistas

        study this     The great unifiers are the music of weather
                                                            & the weather of music

        There is a climate that canonizes
             the genius that makes us move

        Minister of Culture Gilberto Gil flies into Louis Armstrong Airport

                 We toast the mechanicos to
                    our big & stupid lands   National news covers
                       a flaming turkey toss across a midwest football field

                 We toast the missing
                    music that alters the sound of turbulent earth

        Nate Wiley               The rescued finch               Anita O’Day
           Dead                            Dead                         Dead


             There is however music coming back     Arabi Wrecking Crew All-Stars
                           bring the noise
             one gutted tone lab at a time
                                                    Bioremediation is a trombone slide

                    It is the hammer
                                       in hand the hand
                                       in hand pulsing
                    the future on

                               The rescued finch did not
                       survive because she was alone