Fourth of July Commercial
When they go low, we go high and I went as high as I could.
—Therese Patricia Okoumou, Lady of Liberty
On the Fourth of July, activists ascended the Statue of Liberty
& hung a banner w/the words Abolish ICE plastered on.
The banner hung from Lady Liberty’s nose like tissue
to stop a bleeding but there’s not enough tissue
to stop all the blood leaking from her nostrils, her earholes
her eyelids. Yes, she’s bleeding tears that stain her gown
like cheap sangria & of course this is a metaphor for the country.
Of course, it didn’t really happen like that, not exactly.
On the Fourth of July, I ate the flesh of cows & pigs
& chickens & whatever animals hot dogs are made of.
I wrapped the flesh in a tortilla soaked in salsa.
I wrapped the flesh in a bun doused w/mustard
& ketchup because fuck Chicago-style antiquated rules.
I took a bite & heard the cries of animals being murdered
& the cries of children separated from parents at the border
& I kept on chewing even though I was gagging
& vomit was climbing up my esophagus. I swallowed
all the flesh & vomit forming while chugging an American beer
called Founders which is misleading because nothing is ever found
or discovered. I gulped it down & let out a satisfactory “Ahhh”
like I’m in a goddamn commercial but it’s only America
where I’m not getting paid & animals are still being slaughtered
& sons & daughters are still crying in cages while the monster swings
a golf club somewhere & in the cooler the ice is melting
& in the ocean ice is not melting but hemorrhaging
& ICE remains intact but now there are cracks
in the formation ready to split open.
Dirty Minded Prince Cento (Sorta)
I could read you poetry and then we could make a story of our own
Dearly beloved, here we are in this big
old empty room, staring each other down.
U’re a sexy motherfucker, a hot thing,
a peach w/an ass like I’ve never seen,
an ass like a fine cut diamond
mounted on 2 legs of stone. 2night
U’re a star & I’m the Big Dipper
&, with your permission, I want 2 undo your zipper
w/my teeth, 2 take off ur tight dress I heard rip
when U sat down. Let’s pretend we’re married
& go all night, even though I’m wary of marriage,
I’m willing to pretend for U, for I
wanna be ur lover, ur mother & ur sister too.
There are thieves in the temple & sometimes
it snows in April but I got a lion in my pocket
& baby, he’s ready 2 roar. U’re as soft
as a lion tamed, as wet as the evening rain
& I’m just a horny toad who wants 2 feel U up
& jack U off & give in to ur pussy control
while ur pussycat watches from behind curtains like a creep.
I want 2 show U there is joy in repetition, joy
in repetition, joy in repetition & we’ll be raving
un2 the joy fantastic, until you’re screaming
like a white lady, “I love U in me!” I’m serious, I get delirious
whenever u’re near. U’ve got 2 steer this little red
corvette on our way to Erotic City & I’ll give U
head until my love is red, head until I’m dead
& U must revive me w/a kiss & doves
fly out of my mouth & the sky thunders
& purple rain falls on2 our smoldering bodies.
Under a cherry moon, we’ll swoon & tune
our bodies in2 each other, discovering
new positions, new ways 2 cream & get off.
Come morning, I’ll make us starfish & coffee
because scrambled eggs is so boring.
A Phase of the Moon
Last night’s moon was loud
w/light, proudly fighting through
a comb-over of clouds
w/a bold white bald spot
not to be denied its shine
Last night you said my moon
has only one phase: hairy
while yours is juicy & complex
& like the werewolf juiced up
by the alignment of earth, sun
& moon, I like yours fully
bloomed & unbound by bloomers
or thongs, sparking a song
to spill forth, a howling deep
w/in my animal body
