disastrous results

a nod a wink the obvious odor of seduction in the air
French Toast air with E’s everywhere
and syrup from New Hampshire factories
dirty floors and sawdust tents
what ever

near dashing hamlet pub lurks
Damian who will not be mentioned again
till end

far dancing half nude men with bellies
like author plague over solutions to this evenings
want and emptiness
ahha, lease a bus with driver
off we merrily go

seventy centipeders down the rowed
we discover imagination
worthy of capitalization but not dexterity
a juicy ruse

all one hundred tires were pumped and rubber rubbed
all injected, pre-heated, oxygenated and poked
scenic propaganda distracted, to prevent eye turning
sight see cranking

for what?
none of us returners ever asked
not our bucks, nor memories,
the chills the single spill

I fell in a puddle
Marjorie hung by a device of her own weaving
Glenn floated to the horizon 3 times
Beth stood in a corner the whole time
Jenn made good her warmth
Fritz flew the official kite the hell out of the sky,
Damian remarked, “those heaven gashes should have some first aide.

-written while sitting on a couch-