Cars of Gabardine

 

Somewhere in finagle

far from Google’s brain

nowhere near the forecast

where they predicted rain,

Tucked inside a catalog

tell you what I found

A world so void of corners

Rubik’s cubes are round.

A catalog of Christmas

high gloss every page

batteries included

for toys that are the rage,

Things you never thought of

stuff that no one needs

dressed in brilliant colors

Gabardine and tweeds,

Cargo space from SUV’s

packed in Frigidaire’s

A military flashlight

that plugs into the air,

No one pays for shipping

and nothing that needs gas

we’ll get it there by yesterday

of course –

while supplies last.