three for fun
PAJAMA GIRL
SpongeBob Jagganaths on a field of pink
Marking all points
All the medians and joints
Of her soap-smelling frame
Painted-on power-of-thank-you deathwatch
Arching over complicated forced arrangements
Planning her escape
From the undead and capitalists
From reason in the name of reason
From health in the name of health
From thought in the name of knowledge
From words in the name of freedom
Yet, all the while
These unknown sigils
Connect her vital nodes
To the aetheric virtues
GORILLA KID
Absent-primate meltdown
Red-faced and winded
Slams down winter jacket
In maniac spiralation
Between fractional sums
And rock candy dioramas
Yes we have no gorillas
Yes we have no orangutans
Yes there are no large non-human primates here
We chased off Pan trogoldytes
And banished Pan paniscus
And joyfully forced the migrations
Of weird sharks, old pro wrestlers,
Bitter essayists, faddish geomancers
And the cutest of all cute penguins
BLUE SCARF GIRL
Dumb smile hoodie
Sits on her cheap wooden coffin
A goddess on the back of a tiger
Made of bent hangers and old magazines?
Two pairs of pants
Two shirts and two jackets
Hers is the july of winks and old coffee
Silently she breaks all the spines
Like de-veining shrimp
She curls up Exodus
Like a sea of reeds
And cuts down hairy and clawed old kings
With her grimy fingertips and bit nails
She bends back poor Saint Jude
Jesus' poor, mostly unknown cousin
Always stripped of his green kirtle and happy little picture
She promptly transfigures herself
Into her rap star avatar
With her right cheek twisted up just so
And her garland of lipstick stained hotlids
A blue bandana rhyming dictionary
One-woman variety show
Camped out forever
At big breakfast bus stops
Biting off the heads of sweaty apostles
Spitting them under the highchairs
And planting them in the Linux section
Mumbling on about influential Austrian families
She has never met and never will meet
And like many local gods these days
Summoning herself in a mirror forever
SpongeBob Jagganaths on a field of pink
Marking all points
All the medians and joints
Of her soap-smelling frame
Painted-on power-of-thank-you deathwatch
Arching over complicated forced arrangements
Planning her escape
From the undead and capitalists
From reason in the name of reason
From health in the name of health
From thought in the name of knowledge
From words in the name of freedom
Yet, all the while
These unknown sigils
Connect her vital nodes
To the aetheric virtues
GORILLA KID
Absent-primate meltdown
Red-faced and winded
Slams down winter jacket
In maniac spiralation
Between fractional sums
And rock candy dioramas
Yes we have no gorillas
Yes we have no orangutans
Yes there are no large non-human primates here
We chased off Pan trogoldytes
And banished Pan paniscus
And joyfully forced the migrations
Of weird sharks, old pro wrestlers,
Bitter essayists, faddish geomancers
And the cutest of all cute penguins
BLUE SCARF GIRL
Dumb smile hoodie
Sits on her cheap wooden coffin
A goddess on the back of a tiger
Made of bent hangers and old magazines?
Two pairs of pants
Two shirts and two jackets
Hers is the july of winks and old coffee
Silently she breaks all the spines
Like de-veining shrimp
She curls up Exodus
Like a sea of reeds
And cuts down hairy and clawed old kings
With her grimy fingertips and bit nails
She bends back poor Saint Jude
Jesus' poor, mostly unknown cousin
Always stripped of his green kirtle and happy little picture
She promptly transfigures herself
Into her rap star avatar
With her right cheek twisted up just so
And her garland of lipstick stained hotlids
A blue bandana rhyming dictionary
One-woman variety show
Camped out forever
At big breakfast bus stops
Biting off the heads of sweaty apostles
Spitting them under the highchairs
And planting them in the Linux section
Mumbling on about influential Austrian families
She has never met and never will meet
And like many local gods these days
Summoning herself in a mirror forever