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L. Bowie Patches, Foozler Poet-in-Residence, presents:
Tails of the Patriarchy
He�s crossing Oak Street in front of my brother's
pickup with a pile of
Street News under
his arm, you know those homeless rags that
morph into donation?
Some kinda gremlins or sprites whatever
dancing all around him like he's the goddam
golden maypole, scrambling up his snotsleeve coat and
crooning like shitpigs.  I pull over.  Sure,
I'm gonna shrug when
the Blarney Stone, Lourdes and
Santa knock on my crib wondering
uh, do I need anything today?
Don't move, lemme get
the lists!! 
Street News Street News he croons but that
I always got what I need's
a possession.  Now I'm close enough maybe
one a those iridescent munchkins might
could trip and fall
on me. 
Little holiday something I say, and slip him
the green.  He grabs me and hugs
me, hops up and down
and up, then thrice around we
go,
oh man he says oh man and those little fuckers rip through
my chest.  Now
I'm the maypole too.
Yeah it was calculated yeah it
was selfish but
I got mine.
"Rites of Spring: December 11, 1998"
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