Uncle Sick on El.

Ol' Sam stumbling through a technicolor haze,
watching the tree spring from the blood of the free,
encouraging horizontally our cedar, more like a blanket

more like a Kudzu straightjacket doused in hemoglobin, hobgoblins
and the gaping mouth of natives,
in a last grasping thrash: 
a siezure sends a spur into the 
bony thigh of Mr. Ed, 
gashes the backs of twelve year blacks
and responds to every yellow worker with less than lacking a lash.

were all boiling alive

in our melting pot, running from the fear 

of destiny manifested on the empire of dying bones,
multi-color robes sprouting red, white and blue cloves.

Sammie through the muck

of living chiffarobed up

with heavy heart and wounded mind
gasping prayer 

for thoughts to stay

in head, ahead 

of the butter flies

in my gut-reaction

to the nano-second
the black still
makes between frames

surrounded

cut off at the corners
stuck in cyclic existence
visualizing monsters
from the monarchs
parading around
with bat wings
fluttering, while
forlorn watchmen
steer round this
infected island of
pupil's like flooded delta's
vision like jittering swarms of locust.
mind racing-sweat pouring.
beads sized like pearl's white eyes

oh pearl, oh pearl, sweet sweet poor girl

pour your drippings sing 

thought pour out
like limbs, like aftermaths
of cherry bombs affixed to
fire hydrants
running towards ends
on our self drawn maps
and summer laughs
po(o)ur
like spunk
gurgling, gargling, gripping
wrapping my legs
these enticing rapids
wriggle the last of my resistance.
torrents wash turmoil 
to bouncing bass cadence 
on the last of lighted clips

as Sammie gets eaten

for the meat between his hips.