tagNon-Erotic PoetryYou skip to Dessert

You skip to Dessert


When I sing for my Supper, you skip to Dessert

When I heard how you copied the Persian poet,
I copied you.
When I copied you
I developed a slow leak
in my passenger's side.
We coasted along the rumble strip
selling autographs and lemon confections.

When I ran out of wares
I melted the sand into glass
sun spark prisms pot of gold.
When I cashed in the gold,
I bought back my voice
off the last barrow in a Persian market.

When I found my voice I sang out
"Of Jewels and Horses!"
"For God, Mammon and Country!"
"From Barnes and Noble!"

And the merchant replied
When I this, I that.
When I this, I that

and I told him a three time poet laureate
from the New World wanted to say hello,
thanks for all the lemon bars
carbonated fruit punch, tea.

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