Poetry Corner: Da-da's Brain is Still Missing

Here's Da-da's entry for "The Painted Bride" short poetry contest called, "Sidecar #12." Entries have to include the words: "gyrate," "gap-toothed" and "God." 

Da-da's Brain is Still Missing

Gap-toothed no-neck monsters
screech and gyrate in 6YO
floppy soliloquoy: bed time.

Meanwhile, Da-da's Swedish au pair
lies on a tanning bed blocks away, texting admirers
over blue hawaiians before booming for Vegas.

Gone.

But the joke's on her: she left
her birth-control God in the bathroom,
and conception is its own reward.

And still, Da-da's brain goes missing.

 You, of course, must like Da-da HERE. Jeez, how could you not? Da-da slaved over that poem (which he lived) for well over five minutes.

Oh. THERE it is. Powering a casino in Vegas. Huh. At least someone got some use out of it.
(Psst... bet it all on 22 Black.)

Da-da's Pre-Yule Launch Checklist

#7. Activate quasi-leakage from an adjacent tachyon reality.

Attack of the Giant Pilgrim Lineman

On this date, almost 400 years ago, a giant 300-foot lineman wondered how puny, narrow-minded Puritans were going to pull together enough mashed potatoes and gravy for a giant 300-foot lineman, let alone make a phone call home in a world without phones. Or unions. Or 3-hour coffee breaks.