Tiny pyramids

By the Lucid River tonight
the friend of my heart is sure to stand
singing hometown songs.
-----Wang Changling

On the Big Muddy levee tonight,
dirt and grass that almost always holds,
my friend is realing and rocking.

Spinning like a wheel of fortune,
bearded like the pard, he chants
te na na na na nah.

His shadow is as long as a prophet is tall.
The chicken man's top hat floats under his gaze,
unbought lucky beans, ducks on roller skates.

The old Greek philosopher calls, "Step in,"
from the courthouse shore.
"It's never the same river once."

A Chinese woman sends txt msg poems
Who care me? Only u.
Who care u? Only 1.

A cornet blown, brass turned gold,
sixty blocks and one thousand months back,
breaks rows of glass, sound following sound.

Nanoslaves are building pyramids,
Slick with oil, they long for freedom.
They remember Babylon. They cannot weep.

Ur heart big but out of control.
Bank ur coin. Eat ur heart for breakfast.
News from Hong Kong.

A tinny band marches a tiny parade
through mirrors: tigresses, clowns by rank,
painted baby dolls, elephants, and jacks.

Lucid levees should almost always hold
but the muddy river current sometime soon
must cut stronger and flood.

My lone friend signals Saturn.
te na na, Sun Ra, sendships.
We sing our hometown songs.