Terminator Termites Tall Tale
Christopher Barnes, UK
Count Ciano’s cagebird’s
lurch from cherry-cheeked sparkle
was perused by the hour.
The termites who gorged
Van Gogh’s retreat
puked,
dinting into the parrot loft,
gutting the perch
steeplechasing bird sleep.
A ruff perished flat
a beak-whapped lamella.
Squawker’s paraphrased in miniature,
smooth-glassed at Coffee Republic.
The anecdote’s a sickner.
Prescribe an expresso to get over it.
