Many circle
the funeral home:
"Jesus, forgive them."
A woman in a tan
coat walks with both
hands open
so Christ will swim into her.
From the paper
they know
how Richard got here.
They hold his memory hostage,
a
lesson for lost souls
inside: Jesus wipes out millions
when He's
angry.
They scream at
mourners
entering, admire spit
on their own faces, proof
that God
has singled them out
for persecution and Heaven.
"Repent,"
they say, prayer an assasin
shooting at random,
sure to snuff
someone.
What porridge
does she eat?
Whose bed does she prefer?
Stay tuned.
Goldilocks,
Rapunzel, Jean Harlow
(the "blonde bombshell" -- ever
heard
of a "brunette bonbshell?"),
Marilyn Monroe, Blondie, Lana
Turner,
Jane Mansfield, filmy blondes
with perfect
fantasy faces in
coffins, looking natural
like angels
(angels are
painted as blondes too
only sleeping) blondes
for beaches,
CD covers, ads,
videos, posters, a blonde
for every occasion, a blonde
getting fucked
on Channel 69
and screaming for more, make sure
we see her hair, eyes,
lips,
his aren't important, a blonde
raped then laughed at by police
because, you
know, blondes are
dumb, they're funny, can't take
what they say
seriously,
the officer wanting to fuck her
himself after the
paperwork's over,
and his desk is
clear, the
speechless blonde who can't
pick the staple out of her navel,
some
things go too deep, don't
show up in the photographer's
negatives,
don't make probing
questions for an anchorman, bring
on the
next blonde, make her smile,
see, she looks just like Goldilocks,
ask
her
does she want to make it big?
