Strut #3

Hold my beer.

You’re gonna want to hear this.

My prompt is doodle filled blackboard.

Okay?

That mouse pulls a handstand

on the back of a purple kangaroo.

Rebar in rainbow,

bent to reflect the Cyrillic alphabet.

A smile.

A wink.

A small tug with the word

“Titanic” written port side,

the googly eyed captain,

waving,

grinning.

Pathetic.

Doesn’t he see that this is the end

of a new world beginning?

This is not a board meant for pinning,

but a note holds on

to a little black stone that says

“ARBY’S

6 PM

COME ALONE”

We have colored chalk,

so someone painted a rainbow.

Little baby devils tumble down its slope.

They’re too young to run and play just yet.

Squiggles laying tracks

in no particular direction,

or suggestion really.

Just lines, like,

everywhere.

A door that speaks.

It says, “Fuck off!”

A mopey leopard

that just can’t kick this cough.

An equation that attempts

to explain that smile right off your face.

And a trace of all the other

numbers and faces,

erasures of a past class,

with all the kindly pushing

and crass back sass.

I’m sure there’s more on this blackboard,

but I’m taking a pass.