I lake the drought.
………..I bake flood off again.
I make fools rich enough
………..that for a while
they fool the rich enough
………..to dictate style.
I beautify. I muscle up.
………..I thin.
I pheromone.
………..I woo. I violin
the mood. I penthouse suite
………..and private isle.
I ease death out of view,
………..but never smile,
and only everlast
………..what’s always been.
The books and movies
………..are confused of course.
It’s my warm, timeworn rag
………..that rubs your mind
to force the rank wish free:
………..voracious, blind,
and magnetized
………..to bankruptcy, divorce…
exhaust fumes primed
………..into the past due Porsche.
At last I’d grant you you,
………..and you decline.