Poem for Sunday, May 2, 2010

Earth in Adolescence

I.

a few weeks ago

those pesky pimples tore

through her Icelandic

forehead skin

thanks to Clearasil

neglect

she popped them herself

against the sky (her

mirror) & they oozed

magmatic puss

making her feel

quite ugly

II.

her monthly cycle

rolled through with

vengeance

as she helplessly bled

black down her

briny coastline

reports say the BP

phallus will be

pumping

thousands of barrels

each day until a

presidential tampon

blocks it

III.

she is convinced

she is too fat

with her six-billion-

people-belly so

she refuses food

in her

African regions

but at midnight

she raids her

American

fridges for apple pie

à la mode & by

morning it's gone

(where does it go)