29. i. 21
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2.29
first acts
of my un-government
or
the
legislators acknowledged at last
having expelled
all thoughts of republic
peace declared universally
with every kind of song and dance
guardians tickled to a fit
esperanto
everyone listens
we take turns
money’s abolished
the budget is open
machines, but only if they’re fun
everyone will get enough
sleep, cuddles, sweetmeats, admiration
and every tree may grow
come koalas!
your golden age
the borders gone
Zeus patron of the exiles, cross-dressed
open to all suggestion
this is a world of infinite care
acceptance
or do as you damn well please
no one is blamed for what they can’t help
everyone held to opinion
do we need watches, clocks?
no crimes against humanity!
where no one will remember tomorrow
or read between these lines
all this is proclaimed – a NO year plan
must have been the way I slept
and those who believed in us
whom we loved
the dead shall rise
to our conversation
argue the toss
and call account
it’s all looking good from here
no one ever
looked up to see
I dreamt a parable
one does
of the headless chook
and the equally fox
once in a Chinese city
or outskirts
(dark in a light smog dawn to come)
that chook was last hunted
peckless
and afeared by smell
hungry, as was the headless fox
others had fled
but the fox couldn’t see
of course couldn’t
and I stood between them
so they each went on their ways
in hunger
ever in hunger
away
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