Birthday Cakes on the Web
Superheroes from Ecuador, anime from Tokyo,
Pink blossoms for the can’t-get-enough-pink battalions
Chocolate-lacerated, frosting-entombed
Spun-sugar-Hello-Kitty statuette-bedecked
All shoved together cheek-to-bowl
in joyous thumbnails on the Web
High-brow: sifted cake flour.
Low-brow: Oreos and Cool-Whip.
Everyone uploading theirs like so many minor saints.
My poor browser can’t take it all in
at first loading rows of question marks
where cakes are supposed to be.
That year my four-year-old so loved the Concorde
that I tinted frosting blue, dolloped fluff for clouds
with a ruffle of grey off to one side and zagged by lightning
because next to airplanes he liked destruction best.
Nose tapered like a mantis, high-backed wings
all rolled from fondant, piped with black icing
belly in the clouds as it zoomed
from Paris to New York.
My cake their cakes our cakes
Cake upon cake photographed whole, then partitioned
once the breath of life snuffs the candles.
One year later this particular child persists.
The celebrants impale with forks,
suck on lemonade, then push back.
Thank you for these unrecorded plates
smeared with wreckage and collapse.
A place of fear and trembling, glamour and loss, a place for the best damned poets of the universe.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
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Saturday, July 10, 2010
Birthday Cakes on the Web
Birthday Cakes on the Web
Superheroes from Ecuador, anime from Tokyo,
Pink blossoms for the can’t-get-enough-pink battalions
Chocolate-lacerated, frosting-entombed
Spun-sugar-Hello-Kitty statuette-bedecked
All shoved together cheek-to-bowl
in joyous thumbnails on the Web
High-brow: sifted cake flour.
Low-brow: Oreos and Cool-Whip.
Everyone uploading theirs like so many minor saints.
My poor browser can’t take it all in
at first loading rows of question marks
where cakes are supposed to be.
That year my four-year-old so loved the Concorde
that I tinted frosting blue, dolloped fluff for clouds
with a ruffle of grey off to one side and zagged by lightning
because next to airplanes he liked destruction best.
Nose tapered like a mantis, high-backed wings
all rolled from fondant, piped with black icing
belly in the clouds as it zoomed
from Paris to New York.
My cake their cakes our cakes
Cake upon cake photographed whole, then partitioned
once the breath of life snuffs the candles.
One year later this particular child persists.
The celebrants impale with forks,
suck on lemonade, then push back.
Thank you for these unrecorded plates
smeared with wreckage and collapse.
Superheroes from Ecuador, anime from Tokyo,
Pink blossoms for the can’t-get-enough-pink battalions
Chocolate-lacerated, frosting-entombed
Spun-sugar-Hello-Kitty statuette-bedecked
All shoved together cheek-to-bowl
in joyous thumbnails on the Web
High-brow: sifted cake flour.
Low-brow: Oreos and Cool-Whip.
Everyone uploading theirs like so many minor saints.
My poor browser can’t take it all in
at first loading rows of question marks
where cakes are supposed to be.
That year my four-year-old so loved the Concorde
that I tinted frosting blue, dolloped fluff for clouds
with a ruffle of grey off to one side and zagged by lightning
because next to airplanes he liked destruction best.
Nose tapered like a mantis, high-backed wings
all rolled from fondant, piped with black icing
belly in the clouds as it zoomed
from Paris to New York.
My cake their cakes our cakes
Cake upon cake photographed whole, then partitioned
once the breath of life snuffs the candles.
One year later this particular child persists.
The celebrants impale with forks,
suck on lemonade, then push back.
Thank you for these unrecorded plates
smeared with wreckage and collapse.
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Now I'm having Leslie's problem! These are supposed to be in couplets. Hmm..
ReplyDeleteI love this.
ReplyDeleteAnd I fixed the couplets!
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