Invitation to a Party by Ed Stone

I am not a silent poet

We will gulp our brew

smoking iron pots

crusted searing red

rust too hot to touch

quarantine those pretty

pink ladyfingered tea cups

fumigate all the long white

gloves and their deadly

artic-eyed wearers

scrub them clean vermilion

virgin porcupine brushes

fill their charlatan noses

to the iced asparagus tips

raw truth and turpentine

shake the stars loose

shoot rockets of love

make pure food for babies

when we shout lullabies

we’re gonna get raided

by the whole great goddam

United States armed forces

looking for their lost home

see generals and admirals

squat in tombstone urinals

this is gonna be

one hell of a party!

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