Copyright Caroline Gerardo © August 26 2011 photograph and poetry
"Self Portrait Death Mask" (photo title)
Electric Flares
I’m not afraid of sunspots and solar flares.
A warrior soul faces phonies, valkyries, and queries.
You go hide behind polypropylene umbrellas,
eating second, third grace spread on the prairie.
Lawyers say fire the guns, win a gazillion pretties.
It is not that I hesitate to unleash the A bomb,
I lived in Los Alamos as a tot,
the dust is the source of my particulate cancer.
I’m not afraid of solar flares.
Playing solitaire you swallow easy dazzle cake,
a sweet gooey duck hanging in the window.
Open birdcage with moths of psychobabble.
Unleash the pennies of the furies.
I am not afraid.
