Sandy Ostrau © 2020
by Sarah Sarai
Patio-speak
This Poem is
an exploration of
the fallacy of
indoor-outdoor furniture
pursuant to
duck droppings on a
squeaking two-seater
with
weather-rent plastic cushions
clawed by
feral Huey Lord One-Eye
who is on her seventh life,
per general sentiment. So.
Three of us drag the
Adirondack chair from inside to,
I am thinking, the deck!
But there isn’t one so
we settle it on
a concrete patch
to surveil snails and
the overhead, stars, the vault
unplugged.
Significance?
Examine your life
worth living.
You’ll be sat on night
and day if you stay in
or sat on beneath
the reeling ecstasy
if you are out. Nothing
is easy except hiding
which is
crack cocaine cut with angel dust.
It’ll destroy you quick.