Bienvenue

Cheers from the avenue,

“BIENVENUE”

There are stop like that we run through,

Reciting the mantra, “BE HERE.”

BE HERE NOW

With vigor-

And rigid lines set in sort soap stone,

Carved by the phallic old man with his pompous hat askew.

Ne’er prepared.

The allegory of Man, Wife, Child. Child, and War.

This two-a-day dose of invention-

Where my simple shoulders make you my pimp,

and this face-

Pockmarked and beautiful becomes Woman,

Taken atop the trapeze stand.

And residing holy, here-

In this haus of tool,

Rotting wood and broken lipstick stains,

This agent of agency,

In Black tie, corduroy and lace.

Masturbating in the mirror with his eyes closed,

And a pencil.

BIENVENUE.