I’m so common. The mystic’s prayer
to handle spirits out of nowhere.
The latest tech from yesteryear.
Hold me in awe. You’re my utmost fear.
Seal me as you see fit.
A wrap-around from top to bottom.
The price you see what is writ.
Think of me. Your ubiquitous prison.
On display no body all surface.
The water tears when boiling hot.
Flip over and see the luscious
fried rainbow curled in clot.
Ugly or fair the product of the hour.
Free to stink then packed in powder.
Freeze it in a pose and in hindsight deliver
a mighty slice with a quiet cleaver.
But take care. Try not to see me
hanging from the oldest tree.
Choking as you stroll with your buggy whip.
Soon to be disposed in the ocean’s grip.
To clean you up contemplate
all your past sins and annihilate.
It was fun. Nothing expected.
Riding a rocking horse resurrected.
What you need is to vacuum the waves.
Pieces through and through inventing a craze.
What next? I demand you fall on your knees
and whisper to the ants, “Please don’t make me sneeze!“