
EASTERN WESTERN
by Michael Roberts
Shoe do do do do do do
Oh when you walk by every night
Talking sweet and looking fine
I get kinda hectic inside
I’m so into you, darling
If you only knew
All the things that flow through my mind
In this outhouse
of ill repute—Nay
In this galactic garden
among frogmouths and nightjars
& monarchs
with my friends Sharp Ears
& Swift Walker & Hunter
& Thirsty One
& Crazy Horse and windswept me
lugging wood
thinking up
some impossible wonder
that looks like a farmer
in a flying ship
I stop to dub US
the superduper superpower
it is
Cut off my beard
& return it to the President
Jalmar Lillygreen
Ah happy America
& How
& Why
Wonder Book of Stars
The whorld’s getting better
Bigger
Freer & Crazier
Fuck yeah already
and all I have to do is
sit in a dark hole
drinking beer
Tienes sed?
Fuck yeah already
I’m a toasted sardine
who stumbled in
out of a swarm of killer bees
into a theatre
full of banal machinery
Nothing like my mind
to see by
& stuff my pants
full of carnival money
Cuadro en estambre
I feel like an apparition
or hummingbird
This is my Fourth of July
I’ll celebrate America anyway
I fucking want poem
My other one’s a Batmobile
My other’s a big beautiful cunt
smearing my nose
with peach juice
The banks are closed today
I’ll rob them tomorrow
& let the Empress have it
The Sea of Japan is mine
I’ll ride into on a black-mother-fucking-stallion
& lop your heads off
with a sickle
Free and crazy indeed. Now we know all “all the things that flow through my mind.” A fun contradictory romp.