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something like in Halicarnassus
around the sun gorging on livestock
to stay warm. It’s July. It’s St. Louis.
Tell me ’bout unicorn grapes again
how you can fit at least a dozen in your mouth
more if the funk is freeing. A casual
remark to the centaur allowed you waltz.
Luck of the Scottish. Tell me Fatty
does not the ground the very fabric upon
which you gate become like a valley
when you fart rippling out this way
& that the hamlets & hollows composing
our fair republic. I should think it mighty fine
if the turkeys you saw this morning mated.
Those geese settled in the field Monday night
when they take wing to whatever
fair haven they might be traveling will the ghost
you startled them with be remembered?
You’re a pretty pumpkin Fatty. I lured you
from the wilderness to this ruby palace
so you could see the wonder you are not.
Let the tears echo pendulum ’gainst
Time’s worthless diet routine. Davy Crockett
in the House of Representatives
you sit there with the Choc-o-Diles
ready for to see the vasty desert ranges.
I think rather Fatty I saw you streaming
up the avenue this other afternoon
I calling “Colosseo! Colosseo!”
to little avail. You could club a thousand bunnies
when we go to get the oil changed but
if you’re not in the car when I’m ready to go
you can count yourself out of the orgy.
Don’t weep my Fatty. It’s only a matter of space
before someone large as you loves you too.
True it might not happen with the earth’s axis
as it’s now but with one mighty thump
you could change that. Whole rivers be re-routed
be sucked up silly down Alabama way.
Our tour’s coming to the middle there’s so many
places to see the Jack Daniels distillery
the Corn Palace Monticello. We haven’t crossed
the Mason-Dixon line already you’re
asking for remuneration. Fatty you’re worth a million.
Freckles for sure. Oil the rifle now get her to glisten.
I listen in the night for the wind that shrieks
your name. “Fatty” it cries
“Fatty shut up.”
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Michael Schiavo is editor of THE EQUALIZER. His ranges have appeared in FORKLIFT, OHIO, THE NORMAL SCHOOL, THE AWL, FOURTEEN HILLS, COLD-DRILL, JUBILAT, SIXTH FINCH, and WE ARE SO HAPPY TO KNOW SOMETHING. He lives in Vermont.