Sunday, December 19, 2010

The Wild Cabixi Are Getting in My Bean Patch!

In Brazil now, Napoleon
puts on his green toga
and steps out onto his jungle terrace.
At a gap in the railing, an enormous
llama, larger than an elephant strides
up wearing a sort of saddle house,
a funny, wonky, Neo-Classical
bamboo chalet. It's pilot appears
to be a native Bororo of the Mato Grosso.
As Napoleon boards his private
mutant llama chalet to return
to his secret cave hive he says
to his odd German drinking buddy:

Die Cabixi Bastarde
wird mein Kaffee zu ruinieren.
Ich muss wie der Geruch zu reiten,
Zu meinen wilden Brüder führen
unsere Bohne Patch zu schützen.
Wir werden in Katapult ~ Horden
von Ninja Kamikaze Affen.

and further:

Je ne peux pas tout faire moi-même, 
mon odeur souffle rend cela impossible.
Lorsque ce départ lama, se préparent 

à le sauveur de son tornade café
sur le vert et boueux Rome.

1 comment:

  1. I'll respond with a haiku, grower's blues:

    the cat has made a
    Japanese shit garden of
    my sacred clearing

    I'm no bonsai artist, I just cut the syllables where they stick out into the path. I liked the beanpatch poem - made me think of Moorcock's Pleasure Garden Of Felipe Sagittarius, as must a read as anything.

    later -


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