Codaphone

Codaphone

Grand dogpapa and dogmama:

An icepick for your sins

And a plastic shrink-wrapped silver toy train

Wrapped in a serviette under cooling window sill pie

Une capitale d’une l’autre.

Planning is central,

Failure is peripheral

(it always comes in from the sides,

Inundating, a diluvium of nomad monkeywrench).

That is the lesson of political amoebism.

Codaphone, ho!

Split the committee pomegranate.

Why has it always been a mustache

That really makes 20^th century politik?

Post Scriptum:

Your word hurtled toward my glass ear

And shattered it.

All that is left are shards of Ideology,

Scattered nonsense.