Colin Gee

Happy with Christianity

Space ghouls leer through the hatchback
rear window
rays of karat gold pierce solid buildings
gnomes emerge from under tufts of sod
clutching skulls with matted hair
frankensteins are seen laughing
in their lab coats
in Le Jardin
overlooking bays of swill
pumped out of their factories
Pimpled growths appear on bites of fruit
You would not recognize a strawberry
It is you –
not the strawberry
Beeves hoof up in a pasture
and many people think that this is the end
Then hockey season starts
the Pope appoints a bishop
a mayor brays over airwaves
airplanes they come and go
Boats still exist
Radiologists send bills
and hump the blond mons
So it was just our paranoia
here at the bottom of the world
hiding inside the curtain
here slipping on the peels
looking at that chunk of grapefruit
Fair enough
I need to sit and think it out.
No one mentions her.