The Savanna Hypothesis

for Arthur Danto and Dante Alighieri

As if modernism never happened,

people cling to recidivist models.

Rice Crispies are bland, but oh, how they snap and

crackle in their milk! The man in lederhosen yodels

his ass off on the Matterhorn, unaware

that he's a Swiss cheese cliche of outmoded

old-school pastiche. Worse: he doesn't fucking care!

A dozen avant-tarde blowhards just exploded:

Jesus was steeped not in piss but in piss-

warm Mountain Dew--he's stoked for a second

kick at Canaan. Or Kanata, perhaps. What is this?

I couldn't tell ya, but sure as hell's a fecund

stew! Brother, you had me at hello:

I know what I like and I like what I know!