Importance Level Zero
As I hate when people send me emails with a high importance level that are not really important, I thought I would title the post as such today- not important, just another poem to read at leisure. It’s not going anywhere so don’t stress if you don’t get to it yet and don’t feel bad if you’re not going to read it anyway. Importance level zero. It’ll be in the collection anyway- out June 2009 with Penned in the Margins. Excited? I am.
This is Not-a-Sonnet
Remedies of wine and miscreants
are eaten by sand,
rolled among jellyfish to sushi.
They used to laugh like that.
Now it’s tears tucked next to noses
under sunglasses and wide brimmed hats.
Are you going to Ascot? lingers
around winners of the Kentucky Derby.
Modeling days numbered; cigarettes in a box.
Anorexic purple roses petal the laminate flooring
like shoe strings twisted in the night round necks:
liver of goose puffed through feathers.
The duvet changed with one razor cut.
Each year jealousy asks for a birthday pony.
Sxx
