idiot grimace
followed violence
burning vibration
hollering streets
choleric frays
nubile crooners
humpty jumps
ice rabies
bowery triumph
spool thump
ablative face
languid Linus

I want a
pine needle
that sounds like
rat forest
that sounds
recyclable
that sounds like
strawberry
sounds like
munchable
looks like
staple friezes
not like
popochondria
much like
bubble placards

plush dominos
tipping like
wealthy seasons
vanish into
thrift shops
a thousand
years from you

I was dreaming of
saliva and bastards
and big hounds of
obscurity
formerly only
available to the
renaissance

I was thinking of
contemporary ephemera
that crunch and
obsessively play
the accordion
when I
bluntly
impugn the
morality of their
human vessel

I calculated the
tempest as the
curtain sailed
impossibly over
your audience,
stripping
lampshades from a
centipede’s guilt and
racing like goldfish
on the
roof of your
mouth

I vanished with the
murdering corpses,
preparing my
unsailed skies for
hidden combat with
filthy church dogs