Scotch Coffee Creamsicle Sonnet
by Ryan Gallagher

Plum sugar slum light lipstick red leather
pants one white glove Michael Jackson kicks
his left leg and shoots out a who in a high
pitched pipe whistle because this poem is so
great it is so grand and lovely lonely low
brow beat up and blue but baffling as well
because cough drops cake the breath of bells
of bantering and Buddha’s big belly the shape
of the top of a macintosh apple full
dull shine like Peter Tosh like reggae
music in general like lemon meringue
pie like ska music at ski resorts it can
happen after just one scotch coffee creamsicle
sonnet say “My God!” and “get down on it"

Other poems by Ryan Gallagher in ActionYes #2:
3rd person omniscient surrealist poem that I walk into as a Romantic
September Poem / Okay I’ll Have Some Pudding
Young Edgy Energetic Poem
I Saw Goody Proctor
Winter Solstice Sonnet
Sonnet (in Brueghel)
Things I’d Put in a Fanny-Pack / Sonnet