Phantasmagoria
Tremors are causing the
Easter Island heads to bobble
and the Radio City Atlas
to wobble, dropping its
oxidized world
down 5th Avenue
toward St. Patrick’s
Cathedral it whirled.
Splintering the confessional and
shattering the condom dispenser
as Rodin’s Thinker
jumps up exclaiming,
“I remember! I remember!”
They’ve replaced Lady Liberty’s
pledge for the needy and desperate
with: “Send me your affluent,
stock diversified and
portfolio literate.”
While Starbucks franchises the
Taj Mahal into a coffee shop,
Ghandi ambles by Union Square
in cargo pants, bling chain
and afro-hair,
muttering; “Peace, mother-fucker!”
Gripping tight his walker.
And arms outstretched, from afar,
Corcovado bungee jumps
off Pao de Acucar.
Overheard at a Washington luncheon:
“Our president resembles an
erectile dysfunction.”
In search of additional commandments,
ecumenical’s continue to study
graffiti on tenements.
While NYU students are kept
busy with their theses,
Venus de Milo tries on
her new prosthesis.
They’ve also customized coffins
with cell-phones, in hope of
instilling an inner relief.
And Michelangelo’s David,
petitions for a larger leaf.
©Joe Treceno 1/24/08