Saturday, September 6, 2008

Boreka Love Fever

The skulls are defrosting in the ice bucket over there. Tacomouth teeth were invented when Roosevelt broke through the White House steps. His noise-face disappointed his constituents and others who were there. My sister, Dragonhat, is not nice, but pretty mean. She fixes traps made wholly out of ham that smells like hamburgers in ketchup, heavenly hamburgers made with the love and spice of other animalia. Children dive into meat. Cream curls made of meat. Sparkle fusion with a horse-nuclear muscle. Penguin shanks flap on my grill-cheeks, tasseled with koala gold. Abreast of each wolf situation, my sister offers me a bone about nothing. Sizzler wolf, hands broken, dreams deferred, Calypso dreams abandoned.