Which Came First?


My constitution is strong
as an oxymoron. This is why
I have been counting chickens
with egg on my face.

Everything here is hazy, crazy:
Iím in a sunshine state
without an egg to stand on.
Have to shell out for a chicken.

My fathers were founders keepers.
The eggs they sucked have come
home to roost. They laid down
rules, and they flew the coop

by the skin of a chicken.
Or a turkey. In the funny farm
at high noon, our eggheads cluck
in the dead heat.

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[November 2000]

From the book Make Mine a Double

The bones of the American election are still being picked over.