Natural Selection

Don’t have a wig
the woods are a big
place to be what
you aren’t
it’s apparent
that small things
can be blended
and fabric mended
if you have minded
the mother of all
behind the wall
it’s still your will
mad laughter spills
the crone’s thread spools
reflecting pools
of water
say what her
corn-gold hair
and lips spare
the devil tells jokes
Jesus goes broke
and you throw a brick
through the window
you don’t know
what’s under the cheese
you still have to choose
got nothing to lose
breaking the laws
or nothing at all
Cowboy Bob
found a new job
selling water to fish
before the big flush
it gives him a rush
to have so much power
the man of the hour
or honor
piranhas for hire
they’ll strip off your flesh
get caught in the mesh
of bloated desire
Bob retreads his tire
and sheds a fat tear
for the end drawing near.

David Aronson
October 1999