C. McAllister Williams
Elegy for the Arrival of Frank Stallone
He ties off his kidneys & searches
for mushrooms. He has stopped

drinking, has stopped bench presses, has
stopped the remainder of his Tupperware

parties. He leads an active
life--deals opera, is a boxcar

dancer, is a hustler of rare antiques. Of course, he
pushes for land reform and is coming

to my house where he will show
me how to steal

kisses from nuns. I'm
building a shrine for the arrival. I'm replacing

beer cans with nunchucks, all the candles
smell like headbands.

O, Frank Stallone,
I have had enough gasoline.