SAUCE CODE
Zappa, in my ears
can taste
the satire
in my mouth
(heavenly,
demonic
like a celeste with fuzz
and wah-wah pedal)
something really salty, pillar
of salt
salt of the Earth
except
(thought to savour)
and discovering your capacity
to escape
cistern, be
fountain
be of February
the fixed Gannymede
easy to
throw my lot in
with you on
this issue
designate you
a truly credible source
unless when
you spoke I did happen,
to be Frank, to
mishear you
therefore when you said “source”
could have sworn you said “sauce”.
