Heisenberg's Talk Show Dream

Fart Smellers Guide to P()et Counseling

         poem books impersonating radio talk show hosts
                                    who keep monkeys for pets
so they don’t have to walk dogs or hate cats
                                                                                             always



have                                                these

                GAPS                        * * * * * * * *

places where the monkey steals the show
                    or learned the ways of dogs
and                                         smelled the rat,
                    the goddamn cat who wasn’t there

wasted a life for,                                                                                       just to make the point.

Poems have their disabilities,
                     books rarely have hospitals,
                 only infirmaries,
  so inflamed appendices rarely get           treated

and


                            so

there is always this frantic stare hidden
                                  in pages with nothing but

blankness               striking fear in the anal
                           parts the host 
                          (always in a hurry),
          
                did not
                                                                                     could not
eliminate.
                                    Choosing instead to count
                          iambically
                                            divide metrically
and waste paper
                       in lieu of its intended . . .

(it can get messy that way)


                         monkey making tricks,

dogs chomping the good lines
                                 before the goddamn cat

figures out he’s not there and cannot spoil the party

                            but


does it anyway.


                                                                                            Inevitably,
laws will be passed to shred poet dreams
                   because they keep proving with books

that space
                          not words
       is, is, is what 
makes impersonation 
                                         irrelevant.


Web pages are no answer
                                                                                          they
 
                don’t know a format from a space cadet

        confuse error messages for irony
                   simple enough for dogs to understand

and parodied by monkeys when
                             a banana stand is                                               metaphorically

pushed into the margins to make room
                      for, oh probably philosophy,

maybe Greek letters emancipated
                        running from an Euclidean proof
cut transversely from an ‘06
                                     dumbed down   
                isosceles

                        contraction.







                       Oh where will it end?


Monkeys will
                                             be      
                teaching slams


and English teachers writing 
                          Farsi Mandarin clues

                                in tele-prompter verse.

Now to go to the Climate Change Network and watch the video and listen to the music.