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El Nino de Mundo

Truly do we love El Nino for it is I on another day.
In one hole, out the other.
A reason for sin these cuts and warts
And form numbers with intrinsic penalties.
Cheese fondue and French onion soup.
El pistola y stamina,
As we celebrate the trees and the weeds:
The dandelion on the lawn slinking deep in the moistness.
The ponderosa pine clinging to the shale and granite.
Did Columbus sale or was he sold
The bill of goods he carried to the New World
As old as the Old World, older still if we bother counting
The scars of human endeavor extant upon Mother Earth.
Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques, dormant vu? Dormant vu?
Burn a candle, ye marksmen of the Corps, to the 7 Sisters above.
Ya know that f'n Gunny made a rotten remark
 About my Mother B4 she died in Florida.
I shoulda ripped his f'n head off, but for her sake,
As usual, I gave up the idea of Death Row for another day.
It ain't like I'm some f'n King Bush heir or somethin', eh?
Her Reader's Digest and Perry Mason novels
By Earl Stanley Gardner sitting on top of the toilet tank
Always reminds me of the tomb of Tutankhamen and the
Simple facts of life: Enlisted men and officers are not created equal,
They both walk on water, but it is the Mustanger
Who still rides free on the high desert plateau,
Racing through the sage past coyote & long-eared rabbit.
Who will buy his double-wide on 20 acres for $100,000?
Some a'holes driving desks whose mothers paid their ways
Through this college or that provided they could
Ski & snowboard, get drunk and practice burying the salami?
Just like their moms & dads and just like the presidents
Of schools and nations and directors of this & that.
Mums, roses, azaleas in the oceans of our past lives
That come to visit in the air, roiling, as …
La fin du monde itself were on the menu for breakfast.
Some are smelled, some will hurt, some turn brown,
But always a scent to hang one's hat on.
Pull on your boots and let's go to the casino.
The Saint Lawrence brought different men.
Penetration via waterway has always gone smoother
Towards conquering land than creasing the fields with plow
Or chopping the trees with ax.
See the birds in the sky and the fish and the slug?
We shall eat the carousel made of glass spinning, spinning, spinning
 Elliptical revolutions when a square chunk of marble
Is what we'd rather leave
As proud legacies of proud men
Whose past forgotten, think themselves Gods.
The sensei cannot help you
When he is only worried about his mortgage payments,
No more a success than the bum under the bridge denying reality
And calling himself domestically challenged.
Or his home a castle or his habits the path to enlightenment.
Come brother, let us steal away the faith
B4 shoplifting in the church is outlawed.
Let us pray upon the preyers least not they think us
Wolf in sheep's clothing.
I once met a man crazy as a fox.
He was eventually skinned and now hangs above the mantle
Of a fireplace in a lodge inhabited by coifed woman and dapper Dans
Sans all the gelt he ever made or stole,
Sans the leather jacket or the good friends of the hunt.
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Submitted on June 03, 2012

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