Michael Bazzett
is the cat has no pajamas, the bee
is lazy, droning in his fuzzy sweater,
and the one person who actually lives
in a glass house spends his summers
as a semi-professional stone-thrower
in the Bulgarian sling leagues. It is time
to wrest ourselves from the engines
of repetition; the engines of repetition
fashion truth by simple chanting
& we have been so busy building cages
from the carefully upholstered bones
of our offspring, mortared together
w/ the soft paste of comforting stories,
we didn't even hear the man announce:
Release the dogs, the dogs will come.