KOMATSU BLUES

Good Zannab declares at a rough estimate
a good forty-six centimeters of bucket
right, if you trust him, for hard work under a skirt
Tia proposes a therapy
based on a rubber tire and fancy
for desperate girls whose chance has closed due to an anomaly

There’s a pool of excavators just right for your holes, dear
just listen to a bit of good komatsu blues

Then there’s someone who calls himself G
and sinks his bucket into the most sordid nooks
of souls in the ether who give themselves strange names like musicanidi
“Geo@geo, sorry if I too enjoy
your charm and my name isn’t Bartolomeo”
says Miss Kinotto but she can only bring out a museum crane

There’s a pool of excavators just right for your holes, dear
just listen to a bit of good komatsu blues