On Los Angeles
The Chimera has a serpent’s tail,
spits fire from a maned head,
and, with goat’s body swaying,
tight rope walks on telephone lines, dripping
nepenthe
onto open, waiting mouths who swallow
dwarf-planet gulps.
We’re often found on hands and knees,
licking it off the pavement;
the sickening stench of ignorance clings
to the tasteless buds of our neighbors’ expertly trimmed roses.
spits fire from a maned head,
and, with goat’s body swaying,
tight rope walks on telephone lines, dripping
nepenthe
onto open, waiting mouths who swallow
dwarf-planet gulps.
We’re often found on hands and knees,
licking it off the pavement;
the sickening stench of ignorance clings
to the tasteless buds of our neighbors’ expertly trimmed roses.