by Robert McNamara

MAO Tse Tang
I drink it everyday
like salivating astronauts
orbiting the cheeze
iz made of moon,
the moon is in your
eye, the cow made
love to a spoon and
huffed and huffed
and blew your minds.
Cro-magnons in mazes
swipe their metrocards,
manhatten in a daze
of missing children smiles
and cannibals the rage
fed the masses in
Times Square parade
carrying posters of
Mao Tse Tang,
but not after pancakes,
the orange juice is too tart
after the honey-maple syrup
of your golden thighs.

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