(today's draft, which could disappear very soon depending on x and y and z--Keith)
The King of Pop
“Michael Jackson showed me that you can actually see the beat.”
You can see the beat, all right,
though it’s better to feel it,
even if we’re talking moonwalk.
You can slow it to a crawl
with Demerol. You can tour
with Bubbles the chimp and name
your children Prince or Blanket.
You can cut your own nose off
and sell it to a sheik. It’s not enough.
There’s always a little more
if the show goes on, as it must.
There’s the history of racism,
for instance. If God exists
so does P.T. Barnum. Peter Pan.
You wouldn’t know it by the numbers
but death is white, very white.
God bless you Michael, big as Elvis.
God bless America, and good night.