Mollusks Are Forever

Mollusks Are Forever

This poem
Is a bivalve
That transforms
Traffic altercations
Into pearls
And shit into Shinola,
All while scuttling silently
On the floors of silent seas.

This poem
Is a tough customer
That builds it’s own shelter,
Is impervious to Helen
Vendler’s criticism,
And through a quirk of nature
Has learned to go fuck itself.

But despite its hard exterior
This poem is soft-hearted
And wants nothing more than
To give your wife a pearl necklace.  Pin It