cover your mirrors
a phantom has passed
in the end
we will all look
like michael jackson
a hypnotist
dandy
sexy spirit of corpses
vodou’s ghede in sunglasses
a pump of bony pelvis
he-he was as pale
as a manga superhero
as smooth as zorro
a limber zombie
singing thriller
a minstrel
in reverse
a gloved black power fist
curled tight around an aching
crotch (daggonnit baby ow)
oh michael i loved you
you king without borders
you emotional pauper you pop
you sure-footed lunatic
you flying lost peter
your irresistible girl voice
floating out of a grown man’s
ever-shifting timeless
chiseled troubling face
you were your own race
you mess of delicious gender
you queer jolly roger
you masturbation good
you lover not a fighter
you earth-quaker
you perfect music maker
you screaming-fan-fainter
you fedora flicker
you james brown snicker
you slicker
he-he was a childish child embracer
our american disaster
our american anthem
the original idol
gaudy godlike and only man
the ultimate
cross over
act
irrevocably crossed
over
his graceful genius
body
gone
too soon
too soon
said, cover your mirrors
to hear ghede laughing
but in the end we are still
looking
for michael jackson
© 2009 by Lenelle Moïse
