bow to visions of the unknown whore
like the latest graffiti sentence
spray-painted near dumpster bins
bearing the exotic discards of humanity:
go on, eat mildewing garbage
like it's going out of style.
Start teaching yourself homeless
options for surviving terrorist attacks
on a perfectly clear Saturday morning,
picking scabs off your pets.
"I want you to have my abortion"
is another good line
to anger rogue policemen
waiting to pepper spray your teen sons
who run with Chicano gangs.
Wear your soft cap backwards
& make sure the body piercings
reflect blinding glints-of-gold
across your hard cut body
(& private parts)
where scarlet letters
once spelled out recusant sins,
but now only gang
tattoos
renounce
god
there