ALTAR-COLA QUENCHES HAUNTING
Sugar-red soda jinn
sweet-lamp burning in my doorway.
Ruby fly trap fizz bursting spirits —
from a glass-formed fountain.
I bat charging ghosts with wishes
caught in the high-fructose cornelian net.
Sticky well to my home’s afterlife.
Every carbonated globe a spirit —
rising to rupture in sibyllic syllables,
a Cherry-Pop hymn to other worlds.
Altar-Cola quenches my haunting.