Melanie Browne- Two Poems

I fell Down a JFK rabbit hole

& had tea with John and Jackie,

there were English scones,

marching bands,

ticker tape flying out

of various depository windows,

Jackie had finally changed out

of that monstrous pink jacket,

and was wearing a pointy

black bra, something akin

to what Madonna wore on

her blonde ambition tour,

John really liked it,

"Isn't she hot?"

he asked me several times,

and I had to agree, but

time was running backwards,

our hearts were running forwards

by something in the tea,

and Jack was mouthing

something about playing poker

with "that Oswald Fella,"

telling me that now he really liked hats,

bowler hats and fedoras,

cream-colored beanies,

I had a delightful time,

but John said they had to go,

and he grabbed Jackie's hand

and fell backwards, back

into the symphony of his

never-ending death

I want to write an unreadable novel

Like Andy Warhol's "A"

but I plan to call it "The Minister's Cat"

It will be filled with conversations

I have with my imaginary spiritual adviser,

Reverend John McEnroe,

who is not the same as the tennis star,

but he has the same curly hair,

and oddly enough, also wears

a red headband,

This novel will make me famous,

and people will quote unreadable

lines from it and want to be seen

reading it at places that you 

find by reading an old copy

of Zagats, I will probably have to

disappear for awhile and live in

the French Alps and learn to ski,

Things will be go smashingly well

for awhile until people discover

I made it all up, and I will

cry into tissues on Oprah's couch,

my make-up smearing my sweater,

the hissing audience sealing my doom