Poems That Don't make Sense

(1)

They look like us
tattooed in bulk,
Atlas on a shoestring,
holding up a cindered world,
spewing volcanic mucus
from a five and six pointed star,
reliving slavery, the Alamo and the holocaust.

They sing like us,
devil trills and lusty songs
on pirate and Viking ships
as eagles, hummingbirds and butterflies
soar high and low on piano keys.

(2)

Tettering on a tightrope,
I seesaw above vats of molasses
churned by Aunt Jemima
and Betty Crocker.
Undergoing cosmetic surgery
my face is caked with pizza dough.

(3)

Cyclops and the Seeing Eye dog
slipped passed Cerberus
in mode to free Eurydice
after Orpheus failed attempt.
Three eyes mastered the task
as Pluto slept.