Grandma Rides her Broom

 
Granny hit you with it you fly across the room
she was a 5th generation hep cat
a finger popping bebopster with double elbows
you can have your two bit Buddha garden
and your silly Jesus candles
Granny created man in a long jungle fart
an incomprehensible symphony of base instincts
yet a mind of superb functionality
that could light up an airport bomb squad
duck when her mud flaps make music
and her army of vinyl inflatable hump dolls
offer you their luge team thrill ride
in Grannyland your organs of perception
will spank your organs of deception
then she can show you the birth of her world
never mind the Frankenstein lurching
occasionally possessed by paroxysms of logic
she told me that self-creation has its dangers
that discovering by mocking yourself
you are better able to live with yourself
there's a big hammer out there sweetheart
and it takes many guises she tutored
there is no authority other than
the boot print on your face
that can be said with authority
you square your corners or it's pinball 24/7
Granny's wunderkinder actually go to church
on the altar they burn condoms and cell phones
she reads from the Aegean Thesaurus
fishing in the innards of conformity for signs
beyond confection to the great innocent core
where the chrome 49-51 split sucks in planets
some things are indivisible to yes or no
for reasons neither I nor my investors can fathom
and 10 minutes ago is already the quaint past
where nothing goes unobserved
mall store changing room cameras everywhere
tossing gold down the well for luck
then the usual Hell's road show erupts
visions of granny’s breasts kept me going
kissed brave by her pouting ruby lips
an incredible data handling system
you are a freak like us she purrs
and the clock towers tumble to earth
cuz nothing lasts forever
Granny's last words were I shall teach you to hex
with the great unnumbered incantation
fuck you love me as I am



From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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