Blue Marine Mash
A discordant eel buckles along the piano keys.
Diatomic eggs jump off diatonic semitones.
Mascara brushes smear the dusty road
with the color of rainbow fish: a bluish green red.
Hawks perched on her brow clench their talons
and pull off the tattered canvas cover.
The barren muddy rink of Sandy Wool Lake sits
reethed by pine cones, duck doo, and rusty hooks.
Strap Bic ball-points to dagger-shaped kites.
Let the kids roller-skate around Ed R. Levin Park.
Tepid spouts of blue marine mash fill the basin
and hatchling symphonies scrawl childish notes.