by Nicole 7/15/2012
hungry, hot dog hippo me
sensory nerves on — hot pan mamma!
changes inside out, clothes oh no
fanning desire with cardboard, streaks of ominous feats
scanning channels for free throws, yeah
antennas all up, puckering for the camera’s not shy
why? ridiculousness seems so meaningless here
thoughts pondering the thunder above
rains came upon the ark’s door, nevermore
the dove whispered it was “Over”
yet Lot’s wife looked to see
a pillar of salt is she!
finish business here, tables turned
He said, “Get outta here…”