Spastic Urine Contrivances
Eyeballs floating in sawmill gravy,
run for the hills, you who eat the
possum and spit out catfish bones,
painful Spinozan particles, waves,
undulate at underlying frequencies.
Dragons swim in egg yolks,
for the good of humankind,
only for the sake of macaroni salad
do we forget.
Falling tree debris,
spastic urine contrivances,
all a day’s toll,
for the unwieldy jackhammer.
Emulsion is My Stage Name
Mayonnaise: three parts me,
two parts your mother-in-law,
emulsion is my stage name.
Regress to the womb
and you’ll live coated
in salt water and slime.
Obscure windows tell me
their secrets on Holy Week,
but only if I’m wearing a
dress with a nice floral pattern.
Wares hocked on the principle
of net returns,
candy corn symphony.
French Fried Snow Angels
Baked in honeydew and clay pots,
we make little French fried snow angels
in our ashes. Consider the principle
that the universe hangs on, taxing the poor,
and you’ll have serendipity.
Poach yourself in motor oil,
drive to infinity,and never forget to call your mother.