First published by Beloit Poetry Journal
This was a fun & terrifying poem from way back in the Spring of 2014.
Remembered it recently, and thought it was still fun.
And still terrifying.
There it went!
Yip
Betamax yaks taxidermied actress;
appetites chitchat factual ka-ching!
Rainforests talk Toblerone through
Google Translate’s fluent cuneiform.
Some glib bullet grazing razor-grass
either whispers scripture or it won’t.
The Om of State breaks moonlight
on the bent bars of its big-ass cage.
Pre-verbal
lip service
avers itself.
Invisible Christ
hanging on
the sniper’s crosshairs.