(Listen to the poem here) The bottle collectors, the metal detectors, the boarding pass checks, the ID inspection. Past the scanners, the guards, through the frisker-bush hedges The trackers, the scopers, the seven-armed gropers. Then the dumbstunner pistols which make all your electronics electroffics for the duration of your flight. The tattoo inferencer, the Rorschach... Continue Reading →
Shipshape in Shangri-La
(Listen to the poem here) Up on the Janiculum, Garibaldi is riding into town. He isn't getting very far, but then he's seated on a marble horse and on his cap there rides another rider. It is a pigeon. Down in the city, which he'll never reach more statues stand and sit, some- angels -... Continue Reading →