Profugus

O Parthenon
upon this base
an aggregate place

of fancy fiberglass Athena
The doors of 615 Church too
bear the Mark of the Possum
and Leach the weary road from
our stories

the weary road is no longer in our stories
as it has been leached from our stories

the weary road is made of the space
behind the statue of Demonbreun
strewn with trash and alabaster
skins turned sooty and grody

A Man rolls down the hill
in Richland Park
as
his children walk to school

and Mount Vernon's dreams
of familial peace
threw out the baby
and the claw-tub bath

and footsteps away a place
where likeable racists gathered (profugus)
this city is full of dominators of mind
in kind, in like, in love

I wonder why the sky's above
my gentle dome
my turnip head
my sleepy wonder
my steak and bread

L and C light red and green
as the world's largest
adult bookstore
changed management

my dog, my dougie why have you gone
my dog, my dougie our work's not done

to liberate the feet of teens
to scream and dream and preen our wings

to mousse the shabby head of man
and lead to water a fluffy lamb

my dog my dougie you'll always be
my numero uno,
my willow tree

and in the shrine of Dude Let Up
you'll always be my TN hero
my Jubilee