filthy rich tapestry

Elvis tap dances

down to Chinatown

shopping for a sombrero

to harmonize his blue sari.

 Tonto’s

fresh Maori ink bleeds

(red)

through the cover

of playgirl

magazine.

 squads of

Hasidic leaning 

law school

students glisten

as it rains

champagne

on their barely

legal bodies.

 Scarlett O'Hara

wears a

see thru burqa

in a 30 second spot

pushing patent leather

bindis.

 IKEA honors me

with a Greek

letter on my

Indonesian

sweater when sales of

Aztec Codex Headboards™ 

go geisha.

 Midwestern corn

rows flourish

despite inner city

blight, and

in defense

of the precious expressions

on my exotic cookie

jar archive,

I invoke my color

coordinated friend

(in times like these)

to confirm to the rest of the

(sad emoji) world--

all that i desire

is Dyn-O-Mite!