I Name the Terms

I need a stunt double:

To do grocery 

To brush the teeth

Sometimes take 

a shower piss

Most importantly:

remember when to eat

Pray to God and gods

when I swim amongst 

Mistresses and Miss

It’d be appreciated 

That he does formalities

in the stead of me:

To smile the conversation

To tux the auditorium 

To mask a dance

And his shag shortened

Sometimes even

Dine the western 

Needed not is he 

To war with the police

I want him to consider——

His Wives and kids

Needed not is

A mental pill

I need him clean

As the sheet

Unwanted is he

to go on a trip

My trip

To Jerusalem 

And L.A. Disney

To walk the State Street

Until making to Urumqi ——

A long way down

our childish Memory.

Knock on wood!

It will be deeply

regretted,

If he ever

put his hands

On a brunette! 

On licentious Poets——

my relentless 

Soft, swampy

Machete!

Oh and about singing

He is not allowed.

I will choke him

with a violin string

For my unchallenged

Baritone from within

I trust him; the purer 

the more in danger

My double in the shadow has no 

cure for me the Tumor.