Let's be Frank & Ernest!
The Swiss just do whateverlike masturbating their doink-doinksdeep in rural Francein the shadow of Mont Blanc.Heavy, dependableand prepared for whateverthe Swiss vago-simulacrum recognizesas larderKing Hussein and President Fabio,always just about to touch each otheron their devolved sparkle-offsand Neil Patrick Harris appreciation pages.Everyone knows when these bizzarre Swiss comeththey cometh with fluffy Beatles-likesix packs of shit-covered reindeerknock-knocking like a bummer.Glitter is the Swiss Army knifeof the most bedazzlingly ridiculousemotions: the part just beforethe paranoid cheese-maker says,“Whatever you do in Palm Springs,don’t yodel”—a most unusual Swiss Missmixture of very early skunk and the roboticsadness of women’s moldheavy, greasy, dense and low, likelethargic sea-green gardenswith a buzz overpowering, likemodern outdoor inbreeding.You know you’re Swiss when,when foreign visitors ask to see yourchocolate factory, you answer,“Why don’t you and Hannibal Lecterjust kick out the jams?”’Cause you know you got the chamber,the chair,and Fear Factor.--Sharon Mesmer"The Swiss Just Do Whatever" from Poetry (July/August, 2009)
Let's be Frank & Ernest!
ReplyDeleteThe Swiss just do whatever
ReplyDeletelike masturbating their doink-doinks
deep in rural France
in the shadow of Mont Blanc.
Heavy, dependable
and prepared for whatever
the Swiss vago-simulacrum recognizes
as larder
King Hussein and President Fabio,
always just about to touch each other
on their devolved sparkle-offs
and Neil Patrick Harris appreciation pages.
Everyone knows when these bizzarre Swiss cometh
they cometh with fluffy Beatles-like
six packs of shit-covered reindeer
knock-knocking like a bummer.
Glitter is the Swiss Army knife
of the most bedazzlingly ridiculous
emotions: the part just before
the paranoid cheese-maker says,
“Whatever you do in Palm Springs,
don’t yodel”—a most unusual Swiss Miss
mixture of very early skunk and the robotic
sadness of women’s mold
heavy, greasy, dense and low, like
lethargic sea-green gardens
with a buzz overpowering, like
modern outdoor inbreeding.
You know you’re Swiss when,
when foreign visitors ask to see your
chocolate factory, you answer,
“Why don’t you and Hannibal Lecter
just kick out the jams?”
’Cause you know you got the chamber,
the chair,
and Fear Factor.
--Sharon Mesmer
"The Swiss Just Do Whatever" from Poetry (July/August, 2009)