Quincy R. Lehr
THE SECRET ADVENTURES OF CARLOS DANGER
I start to fuck you so hard your tits almost hit you in the face.
You reach behind and spread your ass.
You reach behind and spread your ass.
--former congressman
Anthony Weiner
Who
is the incognito
man behind the phone,
the
shape made out of pixels,
the bone that's not a bone?
You
always liked a challenge
and running up the score
and
gave a both/and answer
instead of either/or.
No
Carmen Sandiego--
the flag's beside the point.
Fire
another rocket
and roll another joint
as
settlements, like roaches,
crowd against a street
in
multitudes, exploding
in artificial heat--
a
Palestinian village
or mercenary dive
that
lands you straight in prime-time
this thing is going live
like
money shots in Quicktime.
The leader grasps his rod
to
satisfy a stranger,
enact the will of God,
and
underneath the scepter,
danger is displaced.
A
baby's born in London.
A leader is disgraced.
Whence
the hooded axeman
as Henry's wretched freight
sent
his wives' eyes wandering
towards men of lesser weight?
Where's
Catherine in the saddle
or Caesar in his bed?
Where
can we find a Borgia
to give us daily bread?
Carlos--you're
more foolish
than even we suspect,
on
Friday almost frisky,
the next day circumspect.
Another
lucky lady
forlornly at your side
mouths
pieties to newsmen.
The viewers will decide.
Quincy R. Lehr is the author of several poetry collections, most
recently Shadows and Gifts (Barefoot Muse Press, 2013). His poetry
and criticism have appeared in numerous journals in North America, Europe, and
Australia, and he lives in Brooklyn, where he is the associate editor of The
Raintown Review and co-curates the long-running Carmine Street Metrics
series.
