Professional Princesses

Professional Princesses
copyright @aladreth antoinette brown
(previously published)

"I am friends with very, very few current poets." - James Wright


So much depends
upon
a good mackerel
sea change
pouring
weekend galleys,

It takes your whole life
to arrive at this moment,
you'll be a salted pigeon
or live up to
your professor's daughter
little beauty status

So much depends
upon
filling the best seats
with silly photos,
the words behind the words
of Saint Judas;
who was no saint
but a dull and flat
kisser;
a little weasel,
really

So much depends
upon
Louisiana sand bags,
obnoxious windbags,

our obituaries
we write, almighty father
constellation mathematics, bells
dull iamb crackling fried pieces
in the temple steeple
virgins, light your lamps,
here we come ...

this will be our
one noteworthy cause

So much depends
upon
the will of grass;
if it bends or breaks
it's not funny
(okay, it's sort of funny)

So much depends upon
being slim;
not from AIDS
or meth,
but expanded
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on our browser button,
slim, slim, slim
vapourous men
burning white as they march,
and women of uit
(I can't read
my writing here over a
polar bear's ass)
ah, wait, I mean
"women of wit"
princesses of the bomb,
the hit

This week
someone came to the
Ephrath Land
took the holy bull head
of the camel back
mountain - and now,
he's the Holy Ghost.

So much depends
upon ...
Him.