Bandying nonsense, creeping disgust
Suspended in animated dusk walks the
segregated ancestor. He is a tall trench coat
He is a daffodil in the sun and his name
is not a name, it is a knock-knock joke
that contains the spell that will immobilize
you in your very chair.
Your overly egged on dog is traumatized in blue
Send fires out through the jungles of the backyard
to unearth the gilded oncologist of deliverance
clear the room in your lungs for his space elevator
needle cache and his noodly sleeve
His industry-car is the tollhouse cookie of words.
The rugged stains the carpet draped ceiling tiles
Nucleus Accumbens buzzing and stopwatch starting
is a climb up from bed necessary?
The nugget of Gila Monster stitched onto your lapel
is starting to bleed. If you call it draconian I
am prepared to call it business and give you a nice
firm handshake.
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