Good-Bye Flesh
(bricolage from The
Times-Picayune Carnival section)
Plumes
of restless natives
In
a deal from the bodice to the hem
In
the court of his eyes closed
This
year’s monarch received
His
red biretta, his bloody repast
Sheath-style,
the program continued
And
so, is there no hope?
Zirafah! Lorenzo secured a giraffe
Dotted
swiss & long of legs
Pages
were, ladies in waiting were
Stand
rapt: Doreen’s Jazz Band & scepter were
Which gave fringe to the grits & skirts
At
a strapless, as-good-as-dead dinner
A
daughter of Theseus—hero of
In
tiers of hydrangeas cascading
Presented
the theme: a bowl of thread
Midnight’s
inverted pleats ensued
&
Noon matched crowns with her wild