Tonight's Poet Corner: Lingual Vomit

Lingual Vomit
by Belinda Roddie

Hitching two hitchhikers with a
screwdriver and pair of spoons that
glinted with a light that drove an
old man on the corner crazy.
Stop the presses, it's an otter
breeding in the sad Pacific,
tired as Hell but procreating
for the sake of dead witnesses,
purifying life. Oh, bother,
don't forget the cheapest olive
oil from the run down grocery
store that withers gray like cornmeal.
Take a hint from Old MacDonald,
had a farm 'til he turned fifty
and keeled over from a super
stroke of luck in his cornea,
kicking tables. Cows are eating
burgers at the Five Cent Diner,
licking grease off their splintered hooves,
never minding stares from patrons.
You can act like you understand
every word that I am saying,
but you can't fool anybody,
so relax, don't bruise your cranium.