OUT OF THE CORNER OF MY LEFT EYE

OUT OF THE CORNER
OF MY LEFT EYE

I am such a soft
precious revolutionary

I smother demons
(my own included)
with an exquisite pillow
where
     it might well
prove impossible
to integrate them

put them on paper
place them before
the great
arbiters of
civilized society

in no way
    a scion or off-
spring of Comrade
Vladimir Mayakovsky

whom
I espy, out of
the corner of my left eye,
flinging a Louis XIV chair
through a crystal
clear
window of
The Winter Palace