My Stary Night in Iowa

My Starry Night In Iowa

Velveeta melts and twinkles

with miracle whip slathered

across the black-cherry kool-aid sky.

Condom street lamps and

rubber glove cars light the

gently watered grass.

Sanitary people

walk.
Their hands in
their pockets,

Night cap - Neosporin and

crawl under napkin

sheets and fall to sleep.

My beast pulls me
past the great river
under the moon
and back home
too soon.