Chameleon (poem)

CHAMELEON

the chameleon.
is broken:

here comes, a battalion--
of buckles and,
zippers,

swinging in,
on a sock-sleeved riot,

will bind her discrepancies:

the unendowed. take what they can. to think clearly

the chameleon smells a parody--
bad lizard.

so they assail her until she stands cocked
to the whistles.

until she is raw. enough. to look--

human.