Triptych: Studies in the Anatomy of Draperies
ANGELA GENUSA
For Francis Bacon
hail holy Francis
syllab of Bacon
sly butcher of the sacrosanct
in his seers portrait studio
pressed porky pontificates
into seedy sede vacante
squeezed vile rubber squeakies
at roped-off papas
until they screamed
apoplectic purple
begged for mercy
bleating meat mouths
sacramental sausage peep show
Peter Potemkin heads
exquisite caca cadavers
gory glo-o-o-ry ho-holes
¿por qué, puppet de la carne?
maximus-jack-in-the-boxes
peinted holy see-through ponchos
shuddering L-dopa on the ropes
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in this ecclesiastical corner,
the Pontiff Grand Prix X
aka Max Headroom
and in this schismic corner
(oh no, he's with a fish!)
Claudia Cardinale Sin
that's not Agent Cooper
in the sacramental Red Ruum
chasing his chasubled selves
behind spasming curtains
it's fabric fetishist/
head shrinker de Clérambault
snapping photos of the
scapular drapery with
Frank "Photo" Booth,
who demands his bourbon
("It's Daddy, you shithead!")
before he will pose for Blackglama®
(What Becomes A Legend Most?®)
The Anti-Cristo rides in on
a Roman Harlot Davidson
wraps the city in pigs' blankets
this little piggie went to Pontiac, Michigan
and this little pierogi had Blue Nun
Benedict XVI strikes
cum clave poses on the red carpet
for the paparazzi
(eukaryotic ministers)
HBO's Pay-Per-View
Papal Bull
Heavyweight Championship
is a TKO with the parishioners
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channel 4's "F-word" show chef
Gordon Ramsay raises two pigs
like pets in his backyard to teach
his children where BLTs come from
he slaughters the pigs
then cooks
Pressed Belly of Pork with Caramelized Braeburn Apple Wedges
"fucking delicious"
he says
"done"
Ramsay has a kind of meaty face
the kind Francis would have liked to paint