This week
in the Universe
everything was blueberries.
All magic, illusion...
The Law of Attraction
had led me to
pancakes, pie, yogurt
and last night a Blueberry ale
with the fruit swirling
around like lottery balls
about to be picked
Flipping the channels after dessert,
I saw Willy Wonka on television--
Violet Beauregard blew up like a balloon!
Somehow, I must have asked
for little round blue balls,
maybe in my sleep,
because later, dreamt you were
naked in a blueberry patch
placing all the ripe ones
in a small wooden box.
As I approached for a sample
you were covered in magenta paste
and I too was swelling up, except
that the universe, being all connected
previous to the big bang,
told me it was not yet time to eat.
Many Different Positions
Your Chihuahua drives us home.
She wags her tail when I place
her soft milk-chocolate paws
on the steering wheel,
let her toot the horn.
Beep. Beep.
That dog’s a good driver, I say,
I don’t think she’s a distraction.
The dog smiles,
moves to the ten and two o’clock position.
I’m in that position a lot.
Closing time comes quickly.
You bark, the dog’s going to kill us,
like going over the waterfall in a barrel,
or trapped in a theater that’s on fire.
You have never looked as lovely as when
we kiss, the car lurches onto the shoulder.
Copyright © Timothy Gager 2009.