THE POET IS MAGICK
for George
The holy prophet Isaiah
loves me & all the old
gods of Greece
& Guevera would
love me if he ever saw me
Karl Marx grandson
of Reb the fat
would've
wanted me to flirt
with the butcher
for the best spleen
in the west!
Ah, the grape boycotters want me
on their posters
instead of bunches
of grapes!
Here I come 'round the comer
& Al Fatah begs me
for a favor
Might I be the most
beautiful
guerrila
that ever threw
a
grenade!
But I bow & flash an Islamic prayer
& skip away
for the love of Zion!
I bust up overstuffed middle-class bookstores
& switch their pictures of Fidel
for their true heart's desire—a big banana split!
Black revolutionists demand
that I teach them
the method of my swagger!
I jump jump jump away
The asian continent screams
whyfore does Rochelle jump so high!
Is it because of the Buddha
who loves her?