T (TO PERFECTION)
don’t want to see
him
have you for tea
know you
to a T
measure you
exacTly
find you wanting
leave you
wanting
wearing my mad hatter’s hat
skyscraper top hat
am going to
invite myself to
that cream
and buns party
see how many tiny mice
get stuffed into
that teapot
until, with
absolute aplomb,
time is called on
that sad
stale old joke
forever recurring, such
crucial, critical distance
between its
sweeiness of promise
and hap-
handed execution
REPUBLICAN
Oh, baby,
you are
so good
so good
to me
take me
to infinity
in a slow, stately,
crazy
turbo-
charged carriage
and we ignore
the clouds, the crowds,
have
no time for people whatsoever
no need to wave and smile
wave and smile
were we
the celebrated figureheads
of some constitutional monarchy
no we screetch and caterwaul
roar and cry
like king and queen, which
we are but
of our animal kingdom
the power to take and shape
and give
back equally
fair just re-
distribution no royal
could dream of
our sweet template for
complete republican
Oh baby
you are so good to me.
poems 2 die for