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neal muzak makes love to the sun
neal muzak hammers the microphone
like lionel hampton building a woodshed out back
so he can sneak the rabbi's daughter
into the sin of synagogue
more science than humanities and more
art than anything
he is a student of the pencil thin mustache
if you look up neal muzak on youtube
you will find girls jumping on trampolines
and doing splits
you will find mythology. . .
a man who is the son of bending light
he is billy collins eating william
carlos
williams plums
with the juice dribbling
down the thigh of art center
debutant
he owes you tuesday and
will pay you on friday night
the vapor light slips from his poems
like morning humidity on the asphalt
there is no crank in frankenstien
no plight in a piano slip n slide
and at one time i was somebody
that was three thousand 27 poems ago
o yea, cha cha chaaa
i'm gonna close my eyes and tilt my head
back and forth --- slightly - - - - remembering
the gulf and the sun dipping into the blue
taking the hue of the evening and mixing it
like van gogh eating a dreamcycle
check your pockets, half of thursday is missing
and that sun set a hundred times
and that sun set a hundred times
and that was the setting of torrid good times
neal muzak wears a leather jacket
he is a crock pot on the counter making love
to the sun as it simmers in her own juices
money grows on trees
but neal muzak picks the juniper berry from
your gin and tonic and
paints watercolors in the world of make believe
he whispers honey in your ear
honey made from killer bees
you lean back into a dance of limbo
paying him with fingerprints
taken from red headed strangers
the pluck of cock o doodle do in the morning
and when the dawn comes
he will always leave you wondering
why earth's main star is wearing a smirk
