we summon  demons
biligual
schizoid and    elsewhere
we comb and use
toothpicks and we walk
on houses with chicken legs
and styltz...
and we wed Aztecs...
     and MAyans and we wed Puerto
Ricans and we think
about Home and We think of
Siberia and Mongolia and the Wind
unsettling us from
Ancient Taiwan and it's not
like i'm coming to America
it's like i'm coming to Hawaii
and i want to feel at home
and if i'm not home there
where the **** am i?!
i must be there: first: in spirit before
i can be either father or son
i must be there in spirit
and untouched before
any father and son
impregnate this sacred limp
and sacred land
for the next burn of the Bush...
Dearest God Burning Bush
O next Moses i pity you
i have been the one tide with title
to make sure something spectsascular happens
on these isles..
but nothing is happening on them:
from the objectionable observer
like i am not Palestianian war child
playing video games
with me not sober
and this is just stylez
like north jamaica met up with the southern irish
and hey presto! ja-gui-land of next
to lost gween: and grue...
and like minding the genius
that just walked through
i think i am being intimidating
i believe in Protestant Faith Predestination
like i am being prepubescent
and alive dead born
when consripted conscripted into this army
of zombie flesh ***** look-along-alikes...