Write Against

I require a lobster at three in the morning.
I require a drive-thru Mount Rushmore.

Demonstrate for me the next year's model.
Talk about the colors available from the factory,
about the same tunes droning from the stereo,
from under the hood.

Let me valence you, baby.
Let me short out the sparkplugs
of your neurons
in Lake Michigan.
You can crack me open
like a pomegranate,
wash out in the wharf
the grotto of my head,
encapsulate me in a blurb.

Experience the fronds in my stead and blog about them.
Open the moon roof; be my orrery.
Demonstrate for me the sky.