Alan Britt writes

FOLLOW THE SUN 
(After the boys)

Beneath our masks like rain falling
from the sky—blues harp
with crocodile teeth—oh dear, what
shall we do,
oh dear, what
can we do?

So, one day we sailed beyond raven rays
of twilight where vegetation flourishes
beneath wanderlust rain with just enough
vitamin D to sustain us through medusa thick
& titanium thin, otherwise known as financial
collapses, moral droughts, & biblical floods.

Just about then the moon as matador
in a black polyester waiter’s vest appeared
from nowhere beneath a bougainvillea
& purple eyeliner plea to what can we do
smearing psychedelic mascara with rain
falling from the sky—crooning
“follow the sun.”

So we did. 

 

Percy Katt in "Torero" --  Angela McConnell

Alan Britt writes

GO FIGURE

Blue star redirects immigrants through

onion fields the size of galaxies light years

away, that nefarious lot with the voices

of Camellia, Roberto & Ramon among

the first to arrive.

Then a diesel fart upends everything:

eyeballs swirl like martini olives around

the latest political storm ♠ notwithstanding

♠ with or without understanding that olives

have the IQ of a toothpick whittled

from common poplar, toothpick, sans

branches & leaves to confuse us,

toothpick!

When the real antennae goes up,

I’ll consider trading this one in.

-- Anthony Iatridis