If Godzilla Had Roller-skates
he’d be a happier lizard
zipping and gliding down the highway to Tokyo,
admiring the molehill Mt. Fuji along the way.
He’d stop for grilled squid in the Sea of Japan
where overly concerned mothers of castle-builders
call their children back from the waves. Under the stripped umbrellas
as Godzilla has an atomic barbeque, the
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