NaPoWriMo Monday April, 27 2010: Picture © Sergio A. Ortiz April 27, 2010
Dead Cats and Poisoned Frogs The feverish python made you shrink like all the other little Hamlet's Cerberus bribes: Business men in silk ties, boogieing Isadora’s whose scarves tangle when they trundle around the globe choking on meth-amphetamines. They grease the bodies of social security millionaires in the back of warehouses. You bring me Mariachis, or Japanese paper moons on my birthdays, but I am a virgin attended by banana breads, and an old withered Madeleine. Money is the sperm fluid dead cats and frogs take to your bed—your breakfast, along with freshly cut roses imported from Iran while you listen to drums announce the countdown for yet another electoral confrontation.