Mythologies (with apologies)
So it will come to pass:
The day when Carrie Bradshaw sleeps, and keeps
Her maws in a glass.
By the bed flickers a TV sťance
Neurolinguistic programmers romance
Blind, bound acetylene ladies:
Salmon twinsets in community centres.
A roughly elevated Madonna with bouffant locks
Wheeled over the cobbled blocks
By a shock of loose-limbed boys
Glints foilescently on the other side,
Past the devil and the deep blue Med;
Now, if only for street cred
Angels descend celestial steps
Elohim along for the ride.
SENTINEL POETRY (ONLINE) #30, MAY 2005. ISSN 1479-425X