Dual Sally breaks each problem down
Into manageable chunks
Folds them in plastic wrap about a plastic tray
Like hard meatballs or those circular items
They concoct in Japan

In the seventies a seismic shift occurred
When Charley Watts cut his hair short
After Viet Nam and Watergate the sensitives
In America knew that idealistic times were over
Like McCarthyism and the Kennedy assassination were ideals
But it wasn’t all bad
More people were willing to try
Cross-cultural foodstuffs of various shape

The client needs longer arms

When the revisions were published
The revanchists rejoiced
And their jubilation persists to this day
A provocation to the partisans of bygones
Folks continued though to burn fossil fuels
Data they say is destiny weak disclaimer
They said the same for neural pathways
Until the transmissions registered purple

What are you some kind of Edward Lear
You couldn’t come up with nonsense if you tried

Most were unimpressed by nostalgia for
An analytical way of life
Strangely though it wasn’t as if
They were swept away on a wave of spontaneity
Hurled headlong flaming from th’ethereal sky
With hideous ruin and combustion down
Until I wake to find show business
To be as futile as all striving

Milton had more in common with Allen Ginsberg
Than with Calvin Zwingli and Knox put together
Ty Cobb’s success as a base stealer
Was not impeded in the slightest by his poor character

Whisper cuddle make lubricious sounds
Grant consent to behave in unorthodox ways
The senate must waive its immemorial prerogative

So here’s where we are
Choreography continues as an important form
Headlines continue to drum technological threats
Hot fusion and the oracle of Robbie the Robot
Lighting strikes continue to spark wildfires
In Tempe Arizona and the dales of Arcady West Virginia
Litmus tests have sold out time and again
You continue see them in the peremptory sentences
Eenie meenie chili beanie the spirits are about to speak
People just can’t accept apparently that the brain is an organ
Wat Tyler and Jack Straw laugh at the rebellion of the 1640s

And discontinuity just as tempting

I want to live I want to give
I’ve been a libby jibby blibby glib
I miney bine grime it’s finely chyme crime
That keeps me smirking on a cart of smut
And I’m in a rut
Mere deer deer deer

Okay so John Milton served as propagandist
For a psychotic nightmare
Which is not to say that Divine-Right Charles
Was a Massachusetts liberal
The name of the river notwithstanding
But as a poet Milton never held back
Find a poet of greater power
And he never held back for a second
That’s how it’s done my tender ephebes

Sibylline leaves line the hall of fame
Pterodactyls the old school mascot
Descend upon the cursory playing field
A thrill of terror rockets through the old and the young
The catalogs menus syllabi manifests chapters and verses
Coalesce in and at the prom whose theme
Project Gemini the triumph of Americanism
Raised our voices in abject anthem
Hallelujah brother I am here to comfort the wicked
And punish the weak