In the Lord’s Name
The apple must fall up.
Earth’s the happening planet.
Someone’s got to take the hit.
The only fossil in this soldier’s world is
my mother-in-law, take her please please.
Add to my burial chamber every Woolworth’s clerk
to help me find a Teflon rose-colored 9-inch zipper.
We of the Americas are strong-personality serpents,
devouring squealing ocean liners for Sunday brunch.
Oh the textures!
by Sarah Sarai (surprise!). Published in The Future Is Happy (that's the Amazon link) (or visit the "The Future Is Happy" tab on this blog).