Antarctic Ice The humm of ice in Antarctica,
becoming ripples,
thawed but freezing,
humid smoke of wheezing
melt like,
candy melts in mouths,
snow melts in sun,
ice melts in smog,
Antarctica is a bog,
foggy goggles,
boggles minds,
does time,
ever,
suspend itself as,
never and forever,
at the very same,
time,
chime melts,
tone chimes,
rin like alarm clocks,
bang like monkey cocks,
kiss like bananas,
waiting to be,
smushed by a bare foot,
smothered by,
rough carpet,
lime green walls,
citric acid dumped by,
movers of red velvet curtains,
citric acid exhaled by,
Barbara Streissand’s nose,
what goes,
on,
when polar bears swim in the Amazon,
when pygmies play basketball,
when baskets are woven by Bill Gates,
when doves cry for fallen mates,
when trees die to avoid a wait,
for time,
rather the lack thereof,
is essential,
is imperative,
an imperial order,
from the new world order,
respect no borders,
and one day will the CEO’s,
gather,
and bang the bongo drums together,
feel the sway,
of the electric fan that is,
the wind,
and dance,
and rave,
and bang their heads,
until every brain cell is dead,
and they must be fed,
by sagging grandmothers,
their transvestite brothers,
who scatter pixie dust,
to the rainforest,
form communes of guerillas,
who put down machine guns,
come to one,
with a slice of gelatinous cherry pie,
hovers in the sky,
and it cries,
jello speckles of,
blood,
dripping from,
wounds,
volcanoes,
spurt from nipples of,
shot stabbed punctured,
killed breasts.