Sesame

by Richard Martin

for Peter Kidd & Kerry Zagarella

 

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We size the world to fit our problems

In schools, teachers

Demand order in the minds

Of young children

 

No leaping

 

No frogs or myths

 

Up the sleeve

That is why I am a post-post-expletive-modern

Card-carrying member of the star commune

I eschew preordained commands

The sky is pink

 

No, it’s rose

 

Now blue – trembling

 

Like a pair of green lips

This must mean it’s time for red wine

Fine cigars with friends

leaning against the custom fenders

Of silver machines

Let’s go somewhere

Cruise up and down an unpaved thought

Park our eyes on a celestial anomaly

Patch out on ribbons of hard rain

Come to a screeching halt

 

Make believe

 

Hello, my name is Santa Claus

What’s your

I’ve deposited your requests

In the sea

Where they swim with rainbow fish

 

And blue whales

 

That is why it snows and my beard

Is wonderfully white

It’s time to whisper twinkle twinkle…

Mystery is the portal in stars

Open

Sesame