whence I feel like
a million megawatts
in a crusty undershirt, chuffing and hacking
tomorrow’s mouthful
of well-concealed wisdom
the day got long and I,
now described (also) as being long in the tooth,
a paper mâché saber-tooth tiger
In A Mirror Wonders
will my turkey-neck need a turtleneck?
Sagging: Post Heroic Protozoic
How. ( much ) more. (? )
Quick! <— >Quaff
the T=tea from Montana,
squeezed from
a relentless telepathic rabbit
finish a plate of freeze-dried
Ampeg pancakes, smothered in imaginary jizz
sweet’s doll comes alive,
if one pulls the string and waits
patiently
*She. Laughs.*
fistulation (becomes) a factor
taunted by a cane stand, a dusty ampersand
and a pixilated rearview mirror
still marveling at having found
a mis-handled skate key
from my adolescence
I remand my soul to
the deep thought
****
I soon
will be
found
missing