Double dimes on the nickel!
Gold & gray suede smothers
Bette Midler surfing Beaches.
Bonnets & Clydesdales.
Plastic is a boring uncle
& your soul is a text message.
The absence of dots¬–
The kidnapping of all color;
The inferior yoga mat.
Say that you are a caring soldier…
Frederick’s of Hollywood
Shoulder pads & strength…
Numerous shopping bags from Target.
Gold espadrilles, shiny and mirrored.
Cut-outs are SO last season.
Cutting you out of paper doesn’t hurt–
Illuminated with your guts.
The pastel shadows hounding me. Bark!
Not ½ crazy, but insanely perfect.
Would not change everything…
A perfect body exists in the valleys of this stapler.
Bent stars and galaxies of beer.
Ankle boots ate Mary Janes…
The zigzagged zebra,
The hexagonal Romeo.
Lightning bolt brain.
You are so in tune with midnights & angry pelicans.
Sweetheart, you are a pogo stick–a hockey club–a violent disaster!
Bettie’s Pages and pages of languid saxophone sonnets…
Some Like It Hot!
Fava beans and lava.
I bought the wrong cat toy.
Magic carpet rides & fluted glass–
Break open the mouths of moths.
Nothing will ever be as good as this taco/airport–
But trying to decorate anyway.
Expired lollipops from the good Salvation Army–
Your disco ball has arrived and it’s your last chance to die.
© Sherri Caudell, 2013