Clockwise Cat Strikes Back

EVOLUTION
The leisure class that enabled Mallarmé, Breton, Bonnefoy,
in pretty much said order but ushered in or gushered
through clogged arteries feeding the brain's garden———
imagination. The leisure class got away with plenty before
they faded, well, at least some leisures bruised & battered
took Blake seriously, shivered before Goya & gasped at
Francis Bacon's savagery! Some even fell overboard, bodies
missing to this day but otherwise MIA. A bone here, a bone
there but not much else.
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.Now a new
breed of leisures roams the halls: ones with gills, amphibians
traveling backwards through the slime, primordial religions
guzzling guilt, fanning the fire, yet surviving on faith much
like our ancient ancestors but this time evolving with a
peculiar twist in DNA thus allowing for a new species of
genocides to survive the blinking barbed tips of neon fishing
hooks trolling the midnight waters for bigger game—a prize
just about the size of you & me.
PROCOL HARUM
Flooding jackrabbits, hares, briar patches on a Saturday Philco Jack Benny right after the
incident, shortly before yet right after, the revolt was nasty, aliens crucified upside down
so they got the message, so their next of kin plus ancestors' ancestors didn't feel lucky, a
la Jack & Bobby, a la Buddy, Bopper & Ritchie, a la Stevie & Jimi, a la Vincent &
Francisco Goya, a la skating rink dancehall nipples chilled like cactus spines, a la Felix
the nihilistic Cat, a la crocodile inside grandfather clock about to shatter the tar pits
known as La Brea, a la myths like pancakes, some with molten straw- berries & some
with blackberry mansions trickling mudslidesooooooooooooooooooojust about when she
whispered something off the menu into my left ear & from that day forward I've been one
of the many leaving for the coastooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo