THOU SHALT WANT WANT WANT

THOU SHALT WANT WANT WANT

THOU SHALT WANT WANT WANT

It is in heaven as it is on thy neighbour’s deck,
a plume-tailed cat, a noodle-legged tin table.

It is in heaven as it is in the dry country,
nailed all over with painted signs:

Antiques OPEN.
Thou shalt covet WARMBLOODS, ARABIANS.

Thou shalt covet thy neighbour’s horse
and thou shalt covet thy neighbour’s land.

Thou shalt covet thy neighbour,
crawling along the apex with a blue tarp in tow.

Thou shalt covet bandsaws and braziers, longbows and throwing knives,
parlour guitars, parlous shovels snuffling three feet of snow.

Thou shalt covet thy neighbour,
planting a spittoon for the rain to hawk into

or standing over the piano stool
to play his crazy pirate waltzes.

Thou shalt want want want.
Thou shalt covet thy neighbour’s ass.

Thou shalt covet polkas, quails,
painted pitchforks, a picket fence, a dutch barn

a chafing dish, a bain marie,
a kid, a civet, a trivet,

thou shalt covet a bodkin, an empire pram.
A pony’s cock hanging crooked from its belly like a razor clam.

It is on earth as it is in the  dry country.
Ginseng under black marquee.

A cloister of spray hanging above the wheel-line.
Cattle holed up under the jackpines.