Imported Poems

I
Think
I'm
Just an
Aluminum can and
God is
Recycling
Me

found myself in a
child abuse parlor last weekend
doing laundry as the children sang
London Bridge is
Falling Down
between intermittent smacks and screams
they raced around their mother's patience
and the spin cycle was their mom on crack.
i nearly cried/nearly phoned the cops
but she called a "time-out"
put herself in a corner
what? her little girl asked from where she'd
been playing hide-and-seek ...

she
laughed at me
i laughed -you're crazy she-
too
-said-
well who didn't know that
but it was a "meandering
fast bug"
fat, black, scuttling every which way, did it
think a forest fire was chasing it,
that my eyes could burn, was
it smelling something god
only -or meandering fast bugs- know
what?
running like a clown about to fall
offa the stilts
running ...

perfect pandemonium
pleasing purple thistles
i shall
fly away

Great Spirit,
Show me how to
Love your
Earth, how to
Kill the
Buffalo and
Do it
Kindly. But

The mission
Bells
Ring.

We offer thanks and prayers
To Little Bear and
Dance wildly
For rain;
My love watches and waits for me.

But the
Mission bells
Ring.

I ask the
Stars to
Teach me
Well, and to ...