A raven who pecked
Johnny’s nose hid
in the honeycomb
when the milk
was skimmed. He was
fortified with iron
& eight essential
oils--motor, canola,
olive, snake, bear,
crude, elegant &
coconut to facilitate
the trotting of the
destriers as they
scour the land for the one
who can untie the plait
in your topknot
like a freak with a fetish
for rubbing bald
heads with jojoba
until they glisten beneath
these geoengineered
weather balloons
built to save us
from our worst
impulses. Your superpower
is pretending
to be dead
which is more useful
than it would seem,
especially
in this economy.
There has never been
a bass player
or an atheist
for president but at least
every bursar has
within themselves a secret
birdcage filled
with parakeet excrement
& a copy of the locket
you gave to your
first girlfriend,
its hinges rusted shut
against your enclosed
school photo
from back when your hair
was so lush & majestically
feathered.
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