The Story of Medusa’s Head
This quarrel cries havoc over off-brand Havarti
& who last let the dogs out to scatter the neighbors’
feral children. The gorgon’s at the back door
& she’s looking for pork that hasn’t been
basted in Lysol. Twice I’ve loved her & twice
she’s left me hanging w/ my gravity boots on.
Before dawn, there’s always a line straight
from bedbug infestation to music unheard
by any mortal. Set the garbage can on fire
& the kangaroos, too. You will know when
it’s time to enter the rocket tube to the hidden
location. A gaze that turns flesh to plastic
& plastic to polyester. Life was better
in polyester. Glamorous birds hunker down
in LA to watch themselves on TV & sing
of a time when a man could go into a restaurant
& sit awkwardly & pretend to read the book
he’s already finished. I lost my sense of smell
& taste & my mind & held aloft
the unsightly noggin while the mob cried out
for family theme dining.
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