Ode on James Rosenquist's Lanai (1964)
Deck your canvas with peach yolk candy
set prostrate, impala.
You cruise blue hue through sexpink
taffy; Drink Lemon-sky on downside
with our loud wide fancy.
Too true (true), of well-crude minds…
to pencil-rind erasure, happy.
What silver-spooned smooth oil
looms America's Ticonderoga,
Hands begging to a cool sip
for each missing mouth.
Jeremy Casabella lives in Bakersfield, CA where he teaches part time. He writes short stories, poetry, and pwoermds. His most recent poems have appeared in Eclipse Literary Journal and Shot Glass. His pwoermds are featured in the anthology The Secrets of the Universes in a Single String of Letters, from Xexoxial Editions and @JCasabella1 on Twitter.
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