poem of unrefined similes

I like the ways you are like the unmanly french
who recognized a real man at last in Gertrude Stein

when she arrived with those deceptive poodles

I like how you repeat yourself like Philip Glass
like how you repeat yourself all day to yourself
like Philip Glass humming Philip Glass in a Home Depot

you repeat yourself, the way gay love does

you're most longingly and lovingly at home in repetition
your mind homes like Philip Glass walking humming Philip Glass
through the deconstruction of home that is hardware
in Home Depot, the "depot of home"

He is looking for GE, because of the jingle

and you are like Philip writing an opera which is a delicate
Home Depot made entirely of glass
you repeat yourself with only the slightest variations
until clearing your throat takes on cosmic significance

because it breaks up the repetition of thought

it breaks up the madness of repetition

like one of Robert Wilson's sets telling Phil's music STOP!

or like a Home Depot set in a field of trees

a field of trees that are set on repetition

trees gone insane with repetition must want to be called a forest

Don't tell me they don't seem to have a will
to want to be called something!

Philip Somehow Not a Homo you bring good things to life
like repeating yourself like nature typing DNA
like Philip looking for GE because of the jingle
in a Home Depot inside evolution in Philip's
genetic ragas of letters that rest on staves

that become Akhenaten or Einstein or Gandhi

that you hum as you walk through "the depot of home"

which is what the French would have to call it
the French who (you must admit) are all slightly gay
unable to shove a nounal adjective against a noun
which the manly English language does all day

stuck in that gay prepositional bind (as they are)

of de la and du as they are

No wonder they never won a single War