Pelican Jar Condo
He lives in a pelican jar condo
with one hand brushing the waves
painting formaldehyde dirges
top hatted turtles bid him good day.
Sharp notes from a victrola downstairs
where shirts are all freshly pressed
the girl next door dances the rhumba
feet flying dangerously close to the cliffs.
He thinks of brewing some melons,
head resting against brittle walls,
and inviting her over by for dinner
his heart in a matryoshka doll.
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Love it. I love doing this kind of thing.>KB
Thanks. It was fun to write. The first line came out of nowhere and set the tone, and the rest of the poem just followed suit.
it reminds me of thru the looning glass, that kind of surreal world, very cool!
Thank you! I didn’t even think of that, but now that you mention it…
Joseph, speaking of great poetry, I love your sense of the surreal. Just perfect.
Thanks!