A Wry Crystal Ball Poem by John Sensele

Zazou spun his flywhisk
A crimson risk
Zoomed in on Zazou's left
Where Peggy's chin cleft

Woke up
In a windswept cup
Where a wooden zombie rose
And nerves froze

The zombie spun
And pulled a gun
From a paraphernalia
Infected by a sorcery dahlia

Zombie rose like a barrier jetfighter
Clasped its belt buckle tighter
Flew in ever widening orbits
When Peggy and Andy's bottoms shifted in their seats

Mouths agape
Nerves on the nape
Tingling, Peggy and Andy dodged
When their moods Zombie judged

Zombie struck Andy
Calling him dandy
It struck him again
And caused him pain

'Is he the murderer?
Is he the plundered? '
Zazou asked
In glory Zazou basked

Zombie snatched the flywhisk
Inserted in a computer a disk
Which lit a monitor
Amid a wry laughter

'Who killed Greg?
Who's eating his leg? '
Zazou's eyes flashed red
In a crystal ball Zazou read.

The crystal ball rotated at high speed
According to a fetish creed
'I see a wizard
Be ready for a blizzard '

Zazou mumbled chants
A colony of ants
Raced towards Brenda
On whose agenda

Ants trudged
Zazou's mouth budged
'Oracles have spoken...
Brenda killed Greg.' Spell is broken.