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Topic: Sugar and Splice
by Linda FullerWhen it was duly determined
[by two double-blind studies,
erudite discussions among longbeards,
various internet polls, and the (admittedly biased)
opinions of a few embittered johns]
that girls are not as nice as once they were,
research was undertaken in a hush-hush
laboratory far beneath the earth’s fusty crust.
Naive bearers were dispersed to gather
cinnamon, cane, cacao and song of thrush.
Distillations carelessly prepared by drooling
Igor; studious Waldo centrifuged. Amid
much subterfuge, saliva from a noted female
inmate of a Texas prison’s death row
smuggled out by laundry truck.
From this spittle, DNA was drawn;
sheared by enzymatic scissors, the strand
slurped distillation, re-adhered.
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Sometime later, Chimera was born.
She was a shuffling, hunchbacked thing
but very, very sweet.
09/07/2010 Author's Note: Chimera: an individual, organ, or part consisting of tissues of diverse genetic constitution. Thanks to Paul Lastovica for this topic.
Posted on 09/08/2010
Copyright © 2025 Linda Fuller
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 09/09/10 at 02:39 AM i'd like to be a mad scientist when i grow up. I do like this, i do i do. Maybe it's all in my head; but i read it as if I were a telecaster, interupting a reguraly scheduled program with breaking news. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 10/24/10 at 11:19 AM An openly insidious exposition of subterfuge, presumably based on a true story. Public service textcasting at its best... |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 10/27/10 at 03:03 PM I love what you did ith this, cynical and clever! I really like "fusty crust" Excellent. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/21/11 at 06:31 PM I love poems that employ science and the related vocabulary, as this one does superbly. A Ying subject flexed by a Yang muscle. Equally cool is its subtle undercurrent of sarcasm. Heading straight for my favourites! |
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