This Is A Poem Without...This is a poem without wheels.
Or ribbons or bears or rubber ducks
Or squeaky dog toys.
This is a poem without lollipops.
Or burnt sugar apples or cinnamon frog legs
Or baloney with applesauce and chocolate syrup.
This is a poem without dj's.
Or laughing clowns floating in rivers or an annual convention
Of walrus Elvis impersonators.
This is a poem without shears.
Or snapdragons or peanut butter sculptures of Richard Nixon
Or salmon-flavored wallpaper.
This is a poem without carpet salesmen.
Or a 1985 East German Trabant. Or an accordion
In a fish tank filled with charcoal.
This is a poem without reruns of Welcome Back, Kotter!
Or naugahyde from a 1970s couch. Or styrofoam at the bottom of a landfill
In East Overshoe, Oklahoma.
This is a poem without ketchup.
Or a genuine zirconia ring on QVC. Or paint residue on a chop shop
Floor in Miami.
This is a poem without drama.
Or page 471, Article 3, Paragraph B, Sub-Paragraph 2 of the Indonesian Tax Code.
Or a snowfall of ammonia and nitroge