2 Poems

Lately Miss Texas, olive oil under an eyeball sun. Run,

tan and glistening, from the backstage frantic

to your hot spot in the spotlight and sister,

start your walk.

Thank bikini bottom tape. Thank push up top, large breasts

swelling like beautiful injuries. The mind is small

talk and bluebonnets. Your concrete abs cut like

Ginsu knives, and you could strut if you wished.

Later, the interview but now West Texas heat under

familiar lights. Everyone’s envy as palpable

as a pizza slice. Thank protein shakes and celery

for your invisible thighs. Don’t ask why.

You know all the answers by heart.

All hail most holy and nothing

shrieks abundance like the buffet

at the Circus Circus hotel Oh heed all hail

have you ever seen its equal

17 kinds of Jell-O and salads with nary

a vegetable and our hands heavy

with chips our winnings Oh order the wine

players drink for free and freedom fine

is a cornucopia bountiful pink and resplendent

like the walls inside the belly of the whale

like the walls inside the casino all hail

the buffet at the circus and God

there’s a circus at the Circus Circus

oh trapeze oh horse rider oh lonely one

with a buck fifty and change

ask me to change oh charge me saint

say the word and I’ll flagellate regurgitate

ovulate I’ll ululate in the middle of the God

damned Circus Circus buffet olé.