cool poem


cool poem ( meop looc )


this poem is the corpse

of a cucumber farmer

still wearing shades

in a haunted mortuary


a vortexed breeze

in the doldrums of january

blue moonbeams

or jack frost’s handshake


this poem is the mermaids

that swim europa’s oceans

or a lost sunbather

in the deepest dark of space


cubes in the glass

of your homemade lemonade

sipping as she fizzes

& bubbles in the shade


this poem is the dogs

– sploshing in the river

& polar bears smoking

p.g tips


this poem is cool

like a second hand cagoule

or a yeti in an ice bath

– top that, y’ tool

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