Start with Warhol’s weird facile soothsay

That we’ll all have our 15

There was a moment in 78

When Alex Haley streamed the sky

There was no YouTube then

No Greyson Chance had ever had his

But yet it’s strange how love rides this bubble

Of beauty popping with each rise and fall

Could Cheever’s swimmer ever route this

Course along an unseen river?

Roots paparazzi every word’s God’s

  MTZ

  6/28/10