Dudo Jr. at the Confluence of the Platte

A poem by Jim.

Dudo Jr. at the Confluence of the Platte

“Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?”

Bob Dylan

Dudo Jr. does drag
And the black bird lands
On the black branch
Of a berry bush, flawlessly

Dudo Jr. does drag
Blue-eyed beautiful boy
Drunk on the Fourth of July
With his best friend Larry watching

Dudo Jr. does drag
And the nation turns
Its lonely eyes to Dudo

Dudo Jr. does drag
Deep inside the nightmare furnace
Of Moloch’s endless machinery
Whose hate divides us all
Into two terrified tribes
Eyes like dollar signs burning for war

Dudo Jr. does drag
In the face of mass extinction
In the face of climate catastrophe
With a melting ice cream cone

Dudo Jr. does drag
As flies swarm the trash cans
Outside the universal church’s parking lot
Maggots in the watermelon rinds
And mushy carcasses of musk melons
Picked clean by the greedy children of God

Dudo Jr. does drag
And a black mass of unknown birds
Dwarfs the moon
While everyone elsewhere in the world
Dreams nostalgic
American dreams of 1990s teenage bicycle rides
To suburban swimming pools
Mother and father still married
Waving goodbye, smiling
Sending us all off with cash in hand
To hide under our beach towels
For trips to the snack shack
Dear old dad coaching
Every one of our little league games
And some how never getting upset with the umpire