irony, facebook poem #24
Jay Sizemore

Fireworks shine like electric octopi,
neon glow of a butterfly’s wing.
Dry creek bed of gray stones
stacked like salmon fossils paused
mid-swim. The clouds are a mountain range.

Four leaf clovers for bookmarks,
the blue sky replaced television snow.
Waking up with a bear for a father,
a black picket fence where the N-word
means Nutella. An erotic mass shooting.

Even elephants weep when shoplifting,
Neanderthal ears and poetry open mics.
True love never places two spaces
after a period. An astronaut suit for a desk lamp
because the moon has Alzheimer’s.

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