Cantankerous Vichy swans !
It’s best beware of birds
in foreign markets.
To be pecked by voodoo chickens
or bored silly by emus
is not a circumstance
that I could bear.
And so I head
for the shrunken heads,
which run a bit more francs
but are quite tasty parboiled.
When chewing on a rubbery brain
one often feels
a sudden jolt of power.
And as the eyes
loll on the tongue,
staring down the gullet,
one sometimes gets
a brief glimpse of this
blind spot we call life.