If'n yu wish to extoll surprise or
dissent today, present yr grocery bill
at this time. Fissure in conciseness - I belch, ground
heron's nest into palimpsest of
toast, grits, and two scrambled eggs.
If in-kind donations must prove
rousingly-combustible artist's bum is seduce-able: Pay
the near-sighted man already, strap-on his desperate
lampooning/pleading to be gay-bashed, raped, true-blue to kin.
Harpooning and rapt, Saint Vitus' is no dance - self-diagnosers
trudge pridefully thru forest and glen.
Hade's legion was sated with just one mother
unmourned-by or out-living her kids, which
may cause future ancestors or selves to expire first
of an always-already-dying love again.
