Bobbie Gentry Go Home

for the downbeat girls

How can you adjust your bagel so carefully, sir?
Have you no eyes?
Even now Visigoths are battering Rampart
Or is it Beverly Yes it's Beverly
Even now Visigoths are battering Beverly
with stones the size of Herman Miller nightstands
A flaming Prius hurls through the halogen spangled sky
its molten shards collecting and cooling on the sidewalk below
The poop of the Phoenix
Muffled grunts ooze explanatory pus through sooty bandages
Inaudible beneath the tinkle of china made in China
and the changing of the guard
And you adjust your bagel
Maybe you're right
Perhaps the even distribution of those clumps of sour milk
across the moonscape on your plate will solve it all