Well, no, we are not Jews, but we
Do know the same God—four letters,
Mr. Quattro, Quad Fourier, Four.
Yeah—way, way out there—
We are the Thirteenth Tribe and where
We belong is anywhere but Israel.
The sun never sets on Thirteenth soil;
The house of the rising sun rests upon our midnight dawn.
Bullet of absolute heat and prayer cold and blue and
Absolute zero—Kelvin, Kevin, Calvin, Calvary
Cross, Compact Rainbow, Double Blue
Racked Red like pool table cues
And green verdant velvet—if you please—
Rolling, roiling, bowling battle:
Love is a—
Love is, was and forever shall be…
Cherry cheek in snow red:
My lithe and delicate man, my
Ulysses—Daniel—I still stand here,
I still await our