JESTER

JESTER

I suppose you would argue
from your position
of superiority
that it still counts
as camouflage
yet boots or jacket
forged from this skin
would hardly set the pace
in Milan
or Paris

too much commedia del arte
it would reek of
to flaunt
such “jester leather”

and yet, in our version
of this seminal tale, this
is, indeed the serpent’s livery

which I might hazard
an explanation, which being,
life pre-
lapsarian
bound to be at
this point quite immune
to selection, evolution
and need for decisive tactical
advantage
in the species survival race

yes
   at this stage
dressed to jest
as jester
than ambush
as ambush predator

though theology may see
clear ambush here

this
trickster of tricksters
first stand-
up comedian
sidling up, telling a few jokes.
spinning a few yarns
getting
    our first Mother, first
Father,
   convulsed with laughter,
linguisticaly impressed, to
much
   forget themselves

gorge themselves on fruit
whose prohibitedness was
and was to
remain forever, technically safe
and yet for so
many
    completely banned,
its consumption unforgivable

worse than eating the fruit
it has always been claimed they did

that giving the knowledge
of good
     and evil

this simply giving us
the, revelation of
our own
absurdity
paralleling, mirroring
the cosmos in its sense
that
   there is only absurdity
all is absurdity

opening up our species
to the horrors of
comedy
    and laughter itself.


SPOTS

SPOTS

never one to stay
dyed in the wool

leopard did
in fact
change her spots

went haute couture
Milan style, full Paris fashion

down the catwalks of New York
she lethally flounced,
leaving all agog,
the whole gang: Lagerfeld, Gautier, Lauren, Chanel, Hilfigrr,
Gucci, de la Renta and Dolce &
Gabbana,

killing the crowd
with her brave new fashions
cover
      of Vogue
centrespread in Elle

her green eyes blazing
with the look of the century

AT THE HOUSE OF COCO CHANEL

AT THE HOUSE
OF COCO CHANEL

sorry
I ate all
your makeup

some tasted
caramel
some had a chocolate
flavour

most was just
generic pink

felt like
winning the lottery
and blowing it all
at the candy store

even ate the blue
leather bag everthing came in

a cross
between the taste of
blueberries and
the taste of
cow

but hey, now,
take a peep at my insides
and you might think
you are at a
disco
at the Moulin Rouge
with Miranda wears Prada
at the house
of Lagerfeld or
Coco Chanel