Peach, blue, orange, red, white, apricot
vanilla bean, egg wash.
Yesterday’s CNN headlines tout
the benefit of egg wash, then the news
is followed by the not news…
gun sales at the fairgrounds;
car chases; bank robbers
wearing yellow custard scarfs,
selling Yoplait banana cream;
then the lights go out, the t.v. too,
and i’m carried off…
A super sized ladybug brigade hoists me
out the window, breaking glass
making a sound like – Chopin
and not a Shostakovitch cello concerto.
The clumsy little ladies drop me
onto a cloud of glue,
I huff and puff as
pansy petals become violent
gold leaf and the name
Rasputin means snake oil
bought from a carnival’s
clown wearing pin strips.
A planned luncheon never happens,
as lonely congealed cranberry salad
wiggles gently, the handsome
waiter waits. I dream. You don’t.
I eat, you don’t, as the last puzzled piece falls
from a coffee carafe like the last tear of god.