Macaroni(Song for Bomkauf)

Who begat this smooch,this peck, this crack piped kiss,

the jangled keys to menopause.

Detroits' inner thighs housing phantasmic mortgages.

Who begat gun barrel suckled conception-n****e America,

Lothario's charming comb, the revolutionist' rusted beard,

Gil Scott Heron sung wilted to paramour.

Who begat Raggedy Ann or Ragged Dick, 

amethyst lesbians lounging in pulped beds, 

parishioners doused in the eunuchs' ejaculate.

Who begat three legged mandingo, his mythologia 

well endowed, and what it means 

to choke ahistorical, 

Who begat  flesh to-go, 

satori for takeout,

lo' steamed dumpling orgasm.

Who begat chiraqi jihadists seeking Air Jordan 

martyrdom, yelling "Allahu Akbar", leaping 

out of failed state gymnasiums.

Who begat cathode millenials browsing  

secret anode minds, snooping 

around the zeitgeist litter box.

Who begat plausibly denied oranges 

plucked from simulacrum tree

as we watched Joseph's amazingtechnicolorhomicides.

Who begat my Saturday mornings' syndicated toe tag,

the laughing artillery of Mickey Mouse,

and ha ha ha-all those other cartoon gloved pistoliers!

Reviews

[Steven]

Is no one reviewing your work? Your s**t is brilliant. Maybe that's why..

I remember reading while my eyes glossed over the genealogy of Christ, all the way back to other people important and promised an heir who would save the Jews from everything, give them everything at the same time. And I suppose no matter how far down the line we must look, if we can feel at least some faint connection to one who holds hope for us then we are content in our current misery. Dug this one.