Doing the duck dance by Johanna Mack

I am not a silent poet

Retiré – – –

pace, pace, pace and de-mi-rond.

Duck!

Keep your head down.

Now up and

click!

Catch this

click

and clickclickclick

next breakfasttablespitypic

shock is short – set aside. Pass the butter.

Continuez

Oops! –

There goes another hack

whose shoulder cam was no bazooka

but can you tell in fog?

Click!

Repetez

Have HD-seen all that

have seen too much

for da da da

da-duck

apocalypse is now

reality copies celluloid

but car doors ignorant

don’t block projectiles

Fouetté! – – –

Pas de boucher

 

Thanks,

but yet

no barbecue for me

don’t show me fire

can’t see no smoke

since Sirte blossomed

spectacular roses

invading the sky

when earth is Jahannam

don’t bother to duck

grill ain’t grill

but flesh is flesh, served

to no god

flash-eyelenseye

no one to see

Now, traversez!

cross the sea

saluez

(sauté! sauté! sauté!)

nobody intends to build a…

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