the poet questions the consciousness
of dancing bees who refuse to sting the smoker.
a strike! he falls to his knees and keens, be-
lieving the dots in his visions and dreams connect.
from this pose, he ejects a piece of gristle guilty
of lodging overnight in his back teeth.
how does one ascribe language to a chile pequino
etched with the image of a trained monkey in the talons
of a bald eagle morphing into the shadow of a black
bird that shits his own bathwater? one must roll.
sponsored by the oiled scalp of a true American.
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