James Dean, I presume

Regard the photo:
James Dean,
James Dean,
James Dean,
...
& So on, until
God himself
would erase the
"O" and thereby
become less
gentile--those
whom I have
always admired--

Oh, Daddyo,
she might have
well have said,
after she shot me,

goddam son, show me that pelican bite,
doggone mosquitoes these days
still hurt like piss-ants (what are they?
crabs?) but no longer spread malaria,
and for this, we are thankful.

That old hammer serves us again, like
neuro-marketing. It can be used for good and evil.

But I'm getting off-track. The point is this:
James Dean was a man, a bean-pole of a daddy-
dancer, a gorgeous cingulate amoeba
(America because Amerigo, Exxon &
Costco) flouting the length of every football field,
impregnating every teenage girl without foreplay
or sexual intercourse, Coca-Cola & rum,
James Dean. What else do you need to know?