Everywhere You Go

The hideous demon monster baby
is thinly veiled
and wants no part of this.
I’m in fashion now, it croaks,
flashing its bad eyes
and leaving its trail of slime.
I’m in fashion now and have no time
to appear
except in visions of magazine racks
at train stations
where it can be seen
for $4 or $5 or
the price of a pack of gum
at certain ends of the earth.


5 thoughts on “Everywhere You Go

  1. No, I didn’t get the reference (I’m sort of a pop-culture illiterate), but I figured out pretty easily that the poem takes (maybe a horror-film?) character and sends it on a new journey.

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