Why do stray cats taste like unfiltered cigarettes?
To disguise the dandelions shiver,
Embracing the empty flagpoles metronome
Tinging for its rectangle lover
Or fashion. Why must she be like this?
To color code table cloths dawned
On the Fourth,
Anchored onto redwood. I’d pick her clean
Off Napoleon’s grin
If I could find a toothpick.
But I found glue
But I found brilliance
Pink & Orange as pollution.
But I’ve memorized
A code to unlock
A cell phone. That’s important.
What I won’t? Masterful, clever & cardboard.
What Is…a smoke alarm caterwauling
A surprise that’s thankful for its batteries.