…Winter comes robin’s
built her nest of colorful
coded baggities
mccluckket’s & such send plasms
your way…cluckit!, you been clucked!
 
color-coded cheese
bugles sound like unpronounced
foodstuffs pimping for
the half-life of a twinkie
turkey hot dogs, soft warriors
 
stud-lidghts @ St. Guyse
Sports Bar split screens & skulls, but
do/you are fondue
of rendering mass, be aghast!,
for how green is your valley?
 
the sub-station on
the boulevard glows a foot
longer even the
tuna’s surprised (lettuce pray),
blamed for the ice fault & the
 
floe chart palin’ to
none in a sea of madnight
Sun spares no one of
the basal wrathbone, & nay
surelock home ‘cept from the blood-
 
bank (while supplies last)
in days of futures’ past, we
almost woke-up this
mornin’, moody singin’ the
light blues, nay more the screeches
 
of sono-in-u-
tero (you’re gonna’ ‘posit
me where!?), like slidin’
up an’ down a pineapple
unbritched & breached, reaching fore
 
to Morld War War on
Iraqistan, Pakiran,
Islamaghan &…
all points south, It ain’t mut’al
of Omaha Beach any
 
more, Marion? (or is
it?) percs, donate bodyparts/
get storied credits
@ GallMart flyin’ the smile-
bidenbag for Obomber-
 
52 over
paybacktime kid proquota,
tal-i-me-tali-
me-tal-i-ban-Obomber,
mas’sa…even onions’ loss
 
for tears at Moonbites
taken, two toppings for man/
too large for mankinds?
 
— H. E. Mantel