Charcoal Motorcade Profile
Spangled
With coffee cups
And three coats
Of lawyers she waved
Not like
A queen but a
Soup blown
And We
Watched from
Left side for terror
On right while
She tore the
Legs from spun
Sugar spiders
Until contrails flooded our
Ways and banks no
Longer held the
Slips we’d slide
Bearing her picture &
Winking eye