Monday's Poem
©
Janice Lore
On
Seeing a Corvette with a Table Tied on Top
I
must know
some of the women
you have made love to
on sweet dustless moonstruck nights
the
round bed of your penthouse
spins around you
a knight at night
who rides
a great white Corvette stallion
you
pass swiftly
on the highway
your face averted
a grim grip on the wheel
mirror,
mirror on the wall:
who's
the fairest one of all?
you
know the mythic mirror lies:
there
is a cube van in the blind spot
and
a
WARNING!
OBJECTS IN THIS
MIRROR
ARE CLOSER THAN
THEY APPEAR
closer
to collision
fairytales
and furniture
head-on