ANNE McKERROW

 

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.

 

 

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SENTINEL POETRY (ONLINE) #30, MAY 2005. ISSN 1479-425X