BLUE COLLAR HOLIDAY
The Shark Wrangler Goes to Church Because Americans love seafood I can Be invited inside the national chain of my choice But today all the chains are failing & the weather's crushing On all the hotties in the Flowers District I wish We were all dead & tight & cleanly risen like scabs Or a smart Lord & Taylor window even less attractive The more you scrub, the closer you get to the super-hero inside A.k.a. The Spiderwoman in our queer version Of The Chocolate Wars. What I wouldn't do for Sam Cooke. Laying eggs for me & nobody else. But here the man's trouble. He's been to my house. Milk protein straight from the subway midday on a Sunday. The Turks are not with me now & this thing keeps breaking open.