Big Soup

--BIG SOUP-- 6/20/08

A pot, okay?
A big black kettle and
it's boiling so
bubbles are bouncing
and burning my brow
when I peak from
the top and I look
to the bottom.

And, "Christ!"
There's a carnival in there!
A commencement of sorts
crackerjack grins
acrobats spinning
the crowd has hair like
cotton candy

The poor ceiling
cracking in the corners
and delightful crumbs
and chunks are peeling right off

And what a lovely little
sky that finds us
Oh but the stars are angry
little heathens
passing and moving, crashing,
colliding
Bad, bad, no good stas
Let's round them up in
thorn wire
Let's paddle their dirty knees
and rope their throats
in feather necklace instead
and tickle their fat little bellies

"No!" All should be already
tolled and permitted to go
and pass across these
waters, keep sure, these
banks follow a definite
way and flow in
set directions.
There's no need for red ink
but sloppyness in a blue ribbon.

Maybe these burns are worth
a peak at the great acorn
annual contest for the
residents of Sinterton
and Settlesville.
Elders here mean no harm
and smile when the warm
breeze brushes the grass.
Like a large soft hand
caressing the main of a collie.