The moon was so full that it spilled,
Like oil through water down blueberry hill.
Millionaires feel that if they have the bills,
First dibs, cage the poor and pitch advil.

…and if it’s a cure?

No one on earth really seems to be sure
but a 1 percent herd
rides the back of tequila worms,
out of old money and into the new…

God’s log cabin to search for the goddess perfume.

Under a mango tree, it is I, it is me
one hundred and fifty feet over the sea
the clouds overhead look like Disney cartoons.
Beluga whales dive to the bottom to dodge the harpoons.

Some say whale bones, too, were a cure
-doesn’t make sense to the poorest of poor in this third world war
Overhead, stars in a river of milk
The orange of Mars wraps Ganesh up in silk

The door hinges squeak when I squeegee perception
The big easy sleeps in a teepee, it bleeds of injections
..Fema will bring the syringes
So, all I could say is “benign or malignant?”

Scorpions riding on jellyfish under the moon was so full that it spilled!..
Like water through oil down blueberry hill.