Wading at the water’s edge
The ducks recite the Poultry Pledge:
I live to give my meat or eggs
To thee with knees upon thy legs
To make of them whate’er ye will,
And what ye can’t, put on my bill.
I don’t blame the ducks
There’s no point in being rude
(They know what they did)
i close my eyes to concentrate
on cattle but an altered state
comes over me
is this a dream? no, that can’t be
quacking spider lizards tracking
nasdaq want financial backing
but in cheese
which normally i’d have but jeez
it’s hotter every time i sneeze
my money’s runny
queso melting in the sunny
school just struck my tummy funny
as i ate
no more snacking
i’m up too late
When I was very small I had a friend
Whom I called Ducky, which was apropos
Because he was. My sister would pretend
That he was just a toy; he wasn’t, though.
To prove to her that Ducky could, too, swim,
I filled the tub and Ducky spun around
In small, concentric circles. Jeering him,
My sister said, “If he’s alive, he’s drowned!”
You see, I used to hold him by the throat
And all his vertebrae were so relaxed
He couldn’t lift his head, so, like a boat
With one oar dipped, his way-making was taxed.
I swore he’d swum; my sister called me liar.
My mommy warmed up Ducky in the dryer.
The ballerina had a duck
With whom she’d pas de deux at night
Behind her boyfriend’s pickup truck
Illuminated by the light,
Reflected in the bumper’s chrome,
From that benighted sign whose sight
Invited strangers to her home.
I’m not awake enough to know
If this is still a dream. If so,
The penguins in that pickup truck
Are drunk; if not, I broke the duck.
Monopedal water fowl
Shedding wet without a towel
In the rain upon a wall,
Who’s the fairest of them all?