Cheerios

[underthewronghat]

Cheerios

There are girls outside, ready to hand me
political bumper stickers.  And they're oh
beautiful like the sunrise, and like everything
else that's beautiful like the sunrise.
I no longer have to see the things on
that list to know that they're beautiful.
That in spite of my sleep patterns, there it is:
a white beautiful carcinogenic fist making
everything ephemeral.  The cool angle of
light on a chrome bumper gleams like hope
around the name of every candidate.
I wish I had more water in my eyes,
make the girls outside feel awkward
for a moment, like the umpire making
a bad call at the baseball game, how we love
to heckle and jeer.  At 6am
when the sprinklers come on at the stadium
even in the parking lot, flowers pose, car doors
empty their endless girls and close, the 
shadows stretch and cast themselves over
water, over chalk lines in a hundred miniature
baseball diamond rainbows.  This will be
the pitch.  The first one
to start the season, mayor smile, take
the white ball, take the picture, just for fun,
take umbrage at the radar gun.  Stand up
tall to see a world polishing every road
that's how the girls can find your number
on the list of things that pollinate among 
the early buzzing of our white dotted lines.  
"It's elementary, it's opinion, my dear
contextual oreo."  The rims of their glasses 
glow.  Sexy oranges, beautiful spin, and good 
morning sunshine.


--wrote this silly thing last night...  not how accessible it is.