I Celebrate The Lesser Known by Moxy Casimir

 

the altered state, the twilight zone
the seen-but-briefly when alone
peripheral glimpse, the optic glitch
the blink-it’s-gone, who threw the switch
presentiment, the hackle-twitch
 
hoo whee hoo whee hoo whee hoo whee
blimey o’reilly and gently bentley,
come celebrate the lesser known with me
 
take the Ironing-Board Centaurs of mein gott muss das sein Weimar
all floppy insouciance, all acid-tongue brouhaha
with their cabaret torsos on flat phallic boards
their faces of poets, their profiles in verso
their slender crossed legs and their varying height
(those ironing board covers fall off in the night)
Helmut and Matthew, Dieter and friends
steal Isherwood’s camera and steam-up his lens
 
hoo whee hoo whee hoo whee hoo whee
blimey o’reilly and gently bentley,
come celebrate the lesser known with me
take the clandestine order of the (whole gamete -gamut/any/ all/ every sex) pacifist knights
they mime holding weapons (by raising two fingers), their shields— diamond kites
riding on weathervanes each week never varies
they hunker as fillings inside giant’s caries
and never fight battles but patiently serve
between cows eaten whole and a rotten tooth’s nerve
 
they’ve a lucrative sideline making — to commission — mobile crowd barriers
by sawing in half (and dead ringering) dark ages folk carriers
the front halves of  horses are built into walls
they can gallop quite quickly despite their shortfalls
lacking hind quarters they’re abrupt and much shorter
positioned and sealed with three bushels of mortar
the knights simply drove them when essence is speed
to help out with sieges, when peasants stampede
 
having armour more mobile than crab or aardvark
they do hot-tin-tai-chi outside in the park
 
hoo whee hoo whee hoo whee hoo whee
blimey o’reilly and gently bentley,
come celebrate what never was with me
 
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