plastic baby corn

parasitic

poached goats

are not for

petting zoos

but that has never

stopped them

before

and of course

there’s cream

in a little hollow

place tucked 

so very deep 

inside them

(almost like custard I’d wager)

they know

all about

the lobster

and how she

prefers

to lay her

eggs in a

tight cluster

all grape-like

on the

underside of the

algal frond

 

where I dream

that we too

might someday

find cool shelter

from the plastic bits

that rain down from

the tortured sky

the 3-D printers

that spit

out pink toes

and little 

baby corn

holders

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Muse]

I don't know what to say with this one. It made me smirk...flinch and wince, not really from disgust, but from the textures you described. It made me uncomfortable...but so did the imagery you created with your pen. It seemed unnatural and almost sarcastic. But I wouldn't expect anything less from you. Brilliant like always.

[Poetic Justice]

I do believe an evening in your company would be one I would not forget. I now know what I want for Christmas...damn baby corn holders..my life has been missing something and there you have filled it!! Your writing is infectious..in the nicest way possible.

[J]

i laughed throughout this whole thing marveling at the incongruous connections you draw for us [as my mind scrambles to imagine such a thing as cream-filled poached goats]. even better -- those dang things know the secrets of lobster eggs, and how to find them! but the best part -- the most surprising and hilarious part is the last ....... little baby corn holders! i see giant human beings sitting on the porch at a miniature table, on tiny chairs holding [between thumb and forefinger] the teeniest plastic corn cob -- with pinkies standing straight up, waving in the air. ohmygoodness, thanks for the laugh!

[SkinlessFrank]

glad you found the humour in this ... a great weapon it is against the onslaught of the everyday events that make no sense

[J]

i could never find the sense in pink toes or 3D printers either -- those being the least of my endless list of confusions. :)