Amorak Huey

Ander Monson and SpongeBob SquarePants in the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull

At first you think it’s just a dream. But then –
the poet lifts his shaggy head and laughs
the wisest laughter ever heard. The sponge,
absorbent, yellow, porous as promised,
asks why you’ve come to this dangerous place.
Indiana Jones drives by, bastard son
in tow, fleeing Cate Blanchett and the wreck
of a thing once beautiful. It’s foolish
to attach meaning here, or anywhere –
but this is what you have, all the flotsam
and Jetsons of a lifetime of TV,
the death of the Hollywood trilogy –
even here, you claim, there is poetry:
the best lies are true, and make you happy.