“The Pomegranate Michael Moore Circus”
I am desolate in dimension
circling the sky
like a rainy bird,
wet from toe to crown
wet from bill to wing.
I feel like a drowned king
at the pomegranate Michael Moore circus.
I vowed last year
that I wouldn’t go again
but here I sit in my usual seat,
dripping and clapping
as the pomegranates go Michael Moore goes by
in their metallic costumes.
[like some hideous float fashioned
from congealed buttermilk— his
stupid cap perched smugly on his
stupid, stupid head.]
December 25, 1966 July 28, 2004
Thank you a thousand times! When are you going to compile your Moore tidbits???
Soon, I hope.
Random question: in the original, what is the meaning of “the pomegranate?” Just curious.
In other news, you deserve a lifetime achievement award for erudite elaboration on the theme of fatness.
Re: pomegranates…
Honestly? I have no idea.