Let’s Do It, Y'All

The squid tasted better after the bombs,

With a hint of the first patented fertilizer.

Stop complaining! Ghosts are the real paparazzi,

And they wonder what you did to eat silkworms every day.

Go make a list of ways you’ve messed up

(Even with the last piece of paper we could use for soup).

The radio worked after the sea salt was removed by toothbrush,

And tin guitars came in over disputed fishes,

Dodging depth charges bumbling through seaweed.

I met the new president because I lost my arm,

And a uniform looked great with one cuff pinned up to the elbow.

They had three books at the library from other continents;

One was about Pygmy eyes altering their focal lengths

From staring in the holed-up jungle their whole life:

Something I thought I could never achieve.

On the way home a geoduck vomited as if she lost all inhibitions,

Admitted to things that never occurred,

And ran across a busy street, barely looking to die.