Frances McCue

NaPoWriMo #15
April 15, 2013, 11:44 pm
Filed under: Uncategorized

Yeah, Blah-Blah, Lemonade

Life gives you lemons and blah blah

You make something.

Over the river and through the meadow

To somebody’s house

You go. Wherever.

Even a whole water tower full of lemons

wouldn’t get me to purse my lips or go

hangdog for the sugar.

Not even a stockade of weapons and lemons

Could pull me

into a tart righteousness, citrus buffs.

I’ll ride my bicycle clear on by,

No matter what.

So just think about the silos. East of here,

Missile bins have gone

Empty since the Russians ran out

Of imagination. And lemonade pitchers

and the Blah blah of surveillance

And static and the bullshit night

when you are supposed to make one thing

from something else, even a perfect yellow orb,

One that can give you nothing,

And of course, everything.

Blah, blah lemonade

They were saying over the two-way

Radios, the ones that kept coming in

Late at night, from the coast,

We thought it was Blah, blah.

But the world was alight in lemons.


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I’m drinking this one up. Thanks!

Comment by Rachel Stansberry

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