Royal Cleanup in Aisle 12
My nose was
in the butt end of a cantaloupe
when I saw the cardinal flash near the potatoes,
causing me to wonder if the local crop duster
had slipped some phencyclidine
into last week’s aerial application.
forgotten, I slipped past
the grape clusters, trying to not sniff
as I rounded the onions to find her
inspecting the Granny Smiths for bruises.
taffeta billowed around her legs
while sequins tried to cover
her overly ripe honeydews.
caught in her tiara
as she waved across the Valencias;
By way of
her carrot scepter
she bestowed upon me damehood,
so I curtsied into the kumquats.
It was then
that I noticed
her scuffed Payless heels
and shredded lace on her hem.
offered an aristocratic smile
as her prickly pineapple palms
pushed her empty cart towards
the revolving door.
LKT © 2015 (Originally published in RoguePoetry Review 2015)