Flaubert’s Guitar June 13th
By Saira Viola
Lucky lips wet soft.
Tastes like peaches and black honey.
Neon pink negligée
hides school boy giggles
behind a bridal bouquet.
Mister love rock and hottie boom boom
slide into the five and dime where everything’s on sale:
Cotton candy smiles, peanut kisses
and there’s plastic chicks on sticks
cream horns and cinnamon curls on display.
Dance in the elevator.
Slick slide the sidewalk.
Drive down the interstate
with a bottle of sunshine
and a fistful of luck.
Stop off in a layby:
Do cartwheels and headstands
on b- movie grins.
In a sherbet lavender pop parade
of tea leaf readers, fawning crawlies and
We need cleansing in the Pierian spring.
Free fall into a winking dawn
Play pat -a-cake with a leaping unicorn
And shimmy skate across a waffle dust moon.
Saira Viola is a critically acclaimed author, poet, song lyricist and creator of sonic scatterscript .