long after the French have gone)
Napoleon’s ghost rots on St. Helena -
Sun up ‘til a blind pig sleeps
church folk cut up worst that Pigmeat.
Night fo’ Sabbath Clancy’s mutt Luke
barks My Girl in staccato,
Elvis & The Beatles defile temples
as Sam The Sham & The Pharaohs
parody sultans on wax.
R-E-S-P-E-C-T Sister Rea
but De’twa temp-steps to Motown
behind The Big Three’s tank couture
Motor City copulates to a rhythm
we bathe in Jade East & jazz
‘til wind sobs & ears burn,
Thank God almighty free at last!
Yellow jackets draw swabs for blood,
Jimi nods All Along The Watchtower
when the white sits in.
August of ’69 I parley a hooker’s wisdom
into virgin lust on patchwork
‘neath vermilion sky at Edgewater Park,
teenyboppers only smooch.
We shake a tail feather
with two dollar death
play chicken in traffic on Woodward Ave.
like matadors in Italian knit, silk ‘n wool
& spit-shined gypsy splits.
This village reveres neon chariots & high fashion,
well-oiled creed you gotta’ live
among pimps, drug dealers, fugitives & paid killers.
Maybe drunk but no angry man ever set foot
on Ma Ethel’s porch & left as he came,
humble spread guarded by mythical lions
honored even by thieves.