Looked a Bit. Did Not Find. Left.

so they’re boring and heavily engineered

the least you can do is be a civil

servant and serve them their fine bait fare

with a smile pulled down like a nut to punch

from the hutch in Sondheim’s neck

he’s a takeoff rooftop

as seen on every a-type shack

the cumulous effect of all that snapping

turned a mess hall out of his enterics

Cindy Crowfoot burly in person

made so many braves capsize their Bradley’s

like Caroline forgot to salute

that’s a naturally pathetic dreamer

the will to meditate till the heart is the IED

Natalie slices the air into threes

they all toot and drive their hair to extremes

I’m ten clicks away and getting lanker

by the infirm and my perusal of their excelsior

I can see Olive done by the vines

Dylan singing to Sarah spelled Mercury

Roosevelt James Prince Admiral in a can

you and your comic books amplify the lame

and a hut sprouts from this flagged dinosaur egg

in my chest we are isochronous and content

Cecile unshackled and handed me a classic war story

the custodian of the Lincoln Theodore Monroe Andrew Perry

off ramp rest area slots

it’s all just a musical cofactor of Goldwater and his Motorola

drunk and barely bellicose as a commoner

the place is overrun with makeshift centaurs

now you be the bushmaster and let her play recombinant

when the sky is felled by a capaciousness of exhalant

that’s the beehive on candid camera killing forward

from the coldest part of the elder headsmen

that new law about car bombs you have to hydrate more

the Hmong don’t want portable electrocities

neither do these firing pins

so sit down and open your arm

we loved each other now the treads are separated

(something was obliterated like a church)

these are the only cards left in your fanbelt

to grandma’s Alabama with a fresh convict escort

cut to the quick to contend with it directly

when it hit they were singing Gloria

laughing about that asparagus and cum thing