Thieving Blog Poem 2

My next sitting duck is Rebecca Loudon. Now I don’t really know her, but I do have something against her. She’s a “Rebecca” (a “Rebecca L.” no less) and anyone who knows me knows my take on that. There can be only one.

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Rare Rebecca Evident

Hawk yes, freeway lifted flock
thick in soup, all apology
following white wiseacres.
Hawk maybe not.
Don’t faint on air.
Don’t die on beige.
Cougars run the turnip fields,
eating seed catalogues
banking in pants,
barking barnstormers,
what we call authorized curiosities.
She keeps a journal of Hawaiians,
there were notable leis.
Wet rub, dry rub,
the last of the yellow cake
happy blondness
breathless beige.
Hawk not so notch.
She found her pygmy gabba aphrodisiac
because she is alone.