calypso, calliope, canopy
the words stick in my head
like elevator sex
and your eyes of glass
I don’t want to be a bitch
but I wish
you would all leave me alone
to drive fast
into the fog
Unforgiven playing loud
to wet pavement
until the dirty teeth of night
pierce my thoughts
and devour them
like tiny rabbits
spit out the soft fur
these few lines
and the crystal stars
of your eyes
Jean Brasseur believes that poets and artists should be compensated handsomely for their work while politicians should work for free. That said, she continues to write anyway, content to be rewarded simply with fame and power. This will be the second time her work has appeared in Phantom Kangaroo as well as other publications.