Here It Turned

Failsafe cursor-clamp flexing its action-o-meter

in the dolphin hepatitis nirvana serviette pink.

Brazilian minefield crawlspace palettes are embedded in bilk.

Democratic soothsayers say that infant stencil trickery

is a euphemism for bohemian acolyte cost-effectiveness.

It's a slippery downslope poinsettia from here

in this swingy area where digestion

is the harmony that slops manure on stockholders

bristling with airtight dwarf lint.


The nucleus button is a convenient jumble

of postmortem's glorious outpourings

and snowmobile pension ads.

If it's formica you want then

it's a raisin cured soiree you'll get,

with a bib and a hop-skip-and-a

kidnapped freshwater thing.