American CootThe beetle in the mouth of the
Aborigine smiles, it is no
object of condescension,
but rather is an organic equal,
a fellow being far, far away
from hot dog mentality
on Coney Island, where
nameless & unidentifiable flesh
fuel the cars, the Ferris Wheel,
the children who don’t know any better,
and tacit ignorance of parents
enthralled by illusionary mirrors
of gelatin smoke, and
Red Sunshine of bizarre
and wholly necessary lie,
an integral part of our Hemlock Cafe,
make it a double please.
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