KEEPING YOUR FINGERS OUT OF YOUR MIND
WHILE WAITING FOR AN UNDERTAKER
(for Watergate)
(for Watergate)
from state playgrounds
his burglars trample back to Washington
meeting with the President
whose time's been spent covering for the coverers,
rehearsing the story straight
then hustling out to Camp David where the boys hang out,
sayin:
“boss, we ain’t playin no coverup no more,
got no marbles left,
the jig's been confiscated”
downtown
it's evident something’s gotta be done about dealing with Amerika,
reparations are flooding in
100 dollar bills floating in clemency pie
baked by White House staffers
whatever was being discussed by members of the trust…
and where is this Commander-in-Chief?
back in Palm Springs
sketching fig trees
teeth gripping pipe sipping chamomile tea
yes, Nixon’s obsessed with confusion,
misdirected by the gravity of a republic,
a presidency,
his legacy
still, more questions emerge…
who is on the White House enemy list?
(audit all enemies at once J. Edgar!)
you’re doin a fine job, John,
you’re doin a fine job, Bob,
and yes, Dick knows,
Richard knows, enough
meanwhile, somewhere down in Sonora Mexico
prison fences have been erected for our new home, Free America,
where we shall sing the poems together again
where there's no one to pay the lightbills
while the Nixon's thieves abuse Tío Samuél with their toilet bowl faking:
“hey, take care of my family and lawyers while I’m away, you know, countryclubbing,
and I guarentee job security for you all when I set sail next year”,
or if St. Maria Goretti publishes her book on July 1, 1973
as prophesized on some Vatican one-way highway sign:
"all will be forgiven", nay pardoned:
the sacrosanct continual cycle of collective Karma!
6/27/73
Bisbee