Pink gum slab, smelling of sugar
and something unreal,
came in a cheap cartoon wrapper,
all the way from America!
Sometimes the printing was so off
you couldn’t see the joke.
Maybe the printers were high that day,
on kaleidoscopic ink, or Warhol
had wandered in to the wrong factory.
And what’s with the eyepatch?
I sent 200 wrappers, but
never received my Powerful Telescope.
Published by colinhopkirk
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.
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