Well, we're going to skip "Poem Written to a Poet," on page 9,
We're going to skip "Funny Poem," ha ha.
And we're going to go on to the next page,
we're going to skip "FBI Kills Martin Luther King,"
and we're going to land right in--
well, a place probably most of you
have visited with your families, at Nixon Beach, California--
The Nixon Memorial.
As you can see the poem is entitled
"At the Nixon Memorial," and it has two little additions
that tells you where it takes place,
but where everybody knows Nixon Beach, California, USA.
And then a little note out into that saying,
just minutes away from Ozymandias Land.
I mean if you visit Ozymandias Land, it makes a good day to--
I mean you might as well drive over to Nixon Beach
and see the Memorial.
The last line, the last line of this poem is a sort
of an adaptation of a line from Paul Valéry's a great poem,
"The Cemetery by the Sea," or "The Graveyard by the Sea,"
which seemed an appropriate poem to steal something from.
"At the Nixon Memorial."
"They say that robots simply have to slap mirrors up
against their voice grilles--
They say that robots simply have to slap mirrors up
against their voice grilles to try and make sure they're not
breathing, whereas I kiss caress this monument,
this eternal mall on which Herod has chalked
x, this statue stands for more than blowjobs in spaceships
or all our names have razed, aimless oceans frying,
while a scab forms on the world's microphone--
praise him.
Oh orgasm you robot's vomit I come unheck.
Tape gap, lie back--
Tape gap, lie back gunked motel whispers dream.
Back, gasp, to be the genre of my frontier!
One hears aborigines prefer to, er, fornicate.
Money for thought, nyet?
Will the army vote to internalize its camouflage.
At the Reagan rotunda Paul Valéry allowed how shorelines
change too, rumorous as their dunes.
[APPLAUSE]