Anna-Nicole-a-Coaster

Anna-Nicole-a-Coaster


I am an Anna-Nicole-a-coaster,
out of control, a poster
child for question-answer,
filled with facts of fiction,
pearls of wisdom,
knowledge in my head.

A Yo-Yo Mama, scared of labels,
Slinky tease, I'll make you queasy --
I'm artistic, but logistic,
program music not my cup of tea,
I'm rather absolute.

My shades of preference, black and white,
allow no guess -- a quilt of chess
that leaves me wrong or right,
a pillow fight insomniac
who tosses in the night.

I'm rather dense -- a neutron star,
and sometimes bright -- a quasar, too...
I'm quickly
pulsating from Right Brain back
to Left -- they lead a skeleton of crew.

But thank my corpus callosum
for this quarrelsome duo,
moderator of the pen,
the carburetor-instigator on this
psycho built for two,
combining air and gas which detonate --
a fiery flash of Mary-Kate and ash!

But understand, there is no quirk...
My neural networks rightly work,
despite my fortune cookie horror-scope,
"Anticipate the worst but hope no
anvil or piano fills your cloudy little sky..."

I am a pumpkin-snatching Venus'
fly trap using poison irony --
they're only words and I am an
organic plastic peony who's growing,
for the moment, in a garden of inequity
beneath the setting sun.