JOHNMICHAEL SIMON POETRY

On the third day

Carlos

 

dug up an orange

carrot

 

containing all the vitamins

required

 

to insure literary

immortality

 

(a Recommended Digger’s Allowance

you might say)

 

while varieties of filial

tubers

 

and garish offshoots

profuse

 

in this postmodern

allotment

 

like weeds causing traditional

daffodils

 

to move away and

frown

 

or cry out in iambic

pentameter

 

like petunias in an onion

patch