IMPROVISATION #34
IN THE PEOPLE'S CAR

Dear Wolfgang,
in this letter
"I abjure you
to clear the plank for now
and please,
and don't be at ease
but be blank
or you will lose
your conceited goal
in life you said at four
as a boy with blocks
on the clean kitchen floor
to have no strife
remember grandma
who darned your socks
and immaculately cleaned
the grandfather clock
every day
who was half Scandanavian
yet declared by the Gestapo
after her testimony recalled
to her in 1939 to be all Aryan,
at that needed practical time
as your always faithful guardian
when she sang a hymn
to you before kindergarten
and told you in Stuttgart
that your brother
was a willing goalie
being a jock at hockey
never defeated
that he has been possessed
by a Kierkegaardian grace
on an icy time of trouble,
so Wolfgang don't be
blind-sided by the Devil
or double-minded
nor two faced,
but get better that your soul
may not be in peril
beyond a pigsty for a sow,
always say danke shein
and a mighty thank you
from a Protestant truther
like Martin Luther
now turn on the gas
at this car maker shop
on the gang plank
for this new year
be like Peter Pan,
you may repeat a chant
grandma taught you
or give your friend, Hans
a message
relax with him in the sun
or send out a love message
listen again to some jazz
with those riffs by
the big black man
in a silk sarong
with his shadowy jlong
who sang along the bar
that Romantic love song
arrayed along the bar stool
with his thong showing
in a sing along
played on guitar strings
(from a Weimarian time)
blowing on his long saxophone
(it was enlarged)
by almost two feet
with his meat cleaver
showing as he cleverly
charged at us
by the never never
midnight hour
as he would devour
his Uncle Sam chowder
from the double ration can
of the Occupation
and largely eating a la carte
with his package in tact
then in fact showering
with a buddy
sprayed with the foam
of his milky powder
appearance in a thong
at the dance hall
as the rock music played
rolling on his recording
as it got louder and louder
as the midnight clock chimed
sounding with wonder
from the Berlin underground
and he was rewarded
for his large star power
in bone chilling performance
as the theater critics said,
expanding with his silky bong
which opened to merge
to an underhanded
like a large flower arrangement
of Genet
and really turned us on
romantically that day
after he became so drunk
so gay laughing
on a swanky liquor bottle
the secret police sent him
without much regret
for his information
as his valise was empty
after your own milk money
he was throttled
in the show car
and shouting about
ran to the Black Forest
resting home
where he was suddenly taken
for a battery of tests
including allergy
as he was summarily mistaken
for one of the doctors on call
as member of the clergy
or a monk
after they saw him naked
as a scurrying skunk
on the outside swings
trying to perform
a third of his circus acts
for us
in one of the rings
with the energy of a pal
he just picked up as a scalpel
even in the dull surgical
adjusting the bed
in the operating room
when he nearly
broke her Dutch skull
of the mean spirited
cleaning lady behind the wall
who could not believe his size
as she walked her broom
wanting to be his bride
as he her groom
already on the aisle
and in her bedroom
when he was out of doors
for a while (in an aside)
and caught
watching as an informant
for the Stasi
important spies in Berlin
telling Grimm tales
as was his style
as a minor Fassbender star
who had a restless smile
and often dressed up
as a woman in waiting
after a series of light beers
confessing his faults
baiting us in a foul language
to open up our bank vaults
to endear and cheer us up
in the gay West Berlin club
boasting as you are
drinking his draughts
of a magic raw drink
until he was caught
by the law putting up
with a new girl or boy
filling up their cups
as their tragic foremost guest
the actress Heidi giving her
a whirl down town
for a good half hour
boasting in a laughing jest
toasting his theater career
doing his acting best
dressed to act like a clown
with a rub a dub dub
in the sauna
and five star gay bar
rubbing in the Dead Sea salts
at the sauna baths
at the Kosmonaut
as he cleaned off the snow
from his red vest and pants
wanting be a man
on the go
now that the war is over
he acts as if almost retired
and tired all slogan of rants
from the city park
and coldly sparkling weapons
now already
put away as shadows
in the dark bed of a trunk
and you have recovered
a lucky Weimar clover
to play with under the stars
remember,Wolfgang, be clear
as these cars are revealed
on this display as created by
by an all German engineer
from the Ruhr
in a valley of iron and steel
you have the small spare key
to turn on before
you fix the car wheel
whose father once built a tank
all spic'n span
for the Russian front,
forget all the fangs and funk
of the former fuhrer
or discredited Red union leader
you can still use this
metamorphosis of junk
in your love trunk reunion
from a van or even a sedan
or as a taxi,
who cares
who sits in the front seat
but the fancy man from Leipsig
who was a war criminal
or from the Stasi
once an ex Nazi
you have the pot luck
of war's ammo
spotted in the spotlight
from Singapore,
just play your part, Wolfgang
for us in the people's car
or use it for a taxi
you may have little time
to adjust for a spittle of justice
this last time
in the truck
you always made
with luck
for a final sale on the dresser
with your huge stick shift
raised as you have learnt it
and earned it
with Lieutenant  Maxi's
ardent praise
at your fingered largesse
of your body of work
like any poet of mime
without any justice
for the jerky laws
in your big perks
as you just lift up
your big prick
and pecker on the desk
for a little fuck
with her obelisk
of a divine cunt
who was just sold to Esau
for a party of nine in Mecca
as she was bought
on the way in Budapest
for a little bottle of red wine
designed in Paris, France
with a feathered hat
you are given
and her three decker home
with a golden dome
on the Rhine
and a blue pendant
from Pope Pious
and new hope chest
with a blue marble crest
of the Teutonic night
as you wore high tights
and Mathias had
a black banking vest
intact for the rainy
Rhine weather
with a liquor or wine
for that fine college girl
with so much knowledge
as a sour national
socialist and racist
with a scientific bias
from Stuttgart
you had in a quick whirl
with her as you alter to fix
the spare tire parts
for you realized, Wolfgang
that civilized life
desired (after Hitler)
is only to make a joke
it's all the show business
of laughter
to fill the rafters
as you remember
when the Prussian spoke
others always listened
in the privileged hallways
at our dead end way
on the Autobahn
so why pretend,old man
if we can survive
a Russian winter
as in 1943
so act that
we are glad to be
alive after Stalingrad
we have the facts
and artifacts
in the archive back draws
to survive another  day
so do smile,Wolfgang
don't be dismayed
there's no more
war crime trials
life is worth more
than shouting out
for an hour on a soccer team
or giving out red flower
with a banner on May Day
of a hammer and sickle
a dime or a nickel
with all going to Hell
you will still sell new cars
under the stars
to a Muslim, Hindu
to Israel
or to the American Jew
this is 1952
when Stalin died
and the Red Army cried
everything before
is only a memory
of good and bad
so why be mad
it's soon Victory Day
in January 1953
at the few refugees
at Checkpoint Charlie
or at handsome Vlad
you don't mind the K.G.B.
or C.I.A.
you have anti-freeze
if you are cold
undersold or freeze
some day
you may have to pay
now you are free to play
with the red star brigade
and fool around
for the next parade
no judge is found
only remember
the murderer
Hans Globke
at Nuremberg
is part of the golden
rule of law
don't be a fool,Wolfie
or try hide
your  German identity
you will soon
be shown on American T.V.
on war criminals
please decide
to ask your brother to pray
as you take him
away to boarding school.