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Lost Bible
if only it were a matter
of “repent and be saved”
we’d all be wiped clean
like the glass counter in the donut shop
that shows hot jelly and glazed
but no unctuous fingerprint smudge
where the fudge and the money crossed paths
I wonder who has my good book now
Mike the Band
Mike on drums Mike on Trumpet Mike on mike
Hot mike on Mike, hot Mike on trumpet, saxy Mike
On sax blows, Mike on bass slams, slaps the Mike
On keys, Mike tinkles on Mike on sax the mike
Picks up on Mike picks up on Mike on drums Mike
Comes from the same place as Mike on bass, Mike
Comes on Mike’s face (that’s Mike on keys who’s on Mike’s
Knees in front of the Mike who isn’t Mike who isn’t Mike)
I can’t stand Mike says Stan from Stanyan, Mike
The band or Mike the man, Stan? Mike the Knife (drop Mike)
24 Hours from Tulsa
A lot can happen within that radius
famed for its twisters and sooners.
Jukeboxes, for example, have always
spelled trouble, that’s why they all
have this song, as well as Stand By
Your Man, Take This Job and Shove
It, and I’m So Lonesome I Could [¡].
There’s no accounting for Cher. She
alone is a neutral portent. Nothing
bad happens as a consequence of her
songs. Unless you count Take Me
Home as unlucky. And I do not.
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