The Shark Wrangler Goes to Church

Because Americans love seafood I can
Be invited inside the national chain of my choice
But today all the chains are failing & the weather's crushing
On all the hotties in the Flowers District I wish
We were all dead & tight & cleanly risen like scabs
Or a smart Lord & Taylor window even less attractive
The more you scrub, the closer you get to the super-hero inside
A.k.a. The Spiderwoman in our queer version
Of The Chocolate Wars. What I wouldn't do for Sam
Cooke. Laying eggs for me & nobody else.
But here the man's trouble. He's been to my house.
Milk protein straight from the subway midday on a Sunday.
The Turks are not with me now & this thing keeps breaking open.