Lucien Quincy Senna's Blog

MAY 17, 2011 10:35AM

A LETTER TO EL PRESIDENTE

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HEY EL JEFE

Why don't you

trip the switch

to Limerick

changelings beamed into gold

jewel your chameleons like idolatry

in some monastery

I drank the truth always

the cup of another tribe

 not yours

for yours are clover coals

Mine are furlongs

corn and bayous

Hurricanes and sweetmeat

Afar still battling

alongside Ali la Pointe

I dream of Neptune's ghost ships

a bracelet of black bodies lining

the bottom of the Meditteranean

or maybe the Deepest South

Your laughter

Chicanery at us the first helix

Is the snowy purgatory

of a dealer

interrupted.

2011 Lucien Senna All Rights Reserved Copywright 

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