Are any impressionists extant
The pavement decays the pavement decays and crumbles
Lesser notes arise to fill that portion of a substance that nature abhors
Bicyclists in the gutter disclaim their entitlement
New ceremonies of reassurance arise
A long-haul trucker aloft and comprehensive
Humblebrags the advent of strategic efficiency
The circumscription of festive mammillary flowers
He waives the recipes and stops on a dime

Do not question my output the candidate insists
Geronimo and Hit the dirt
Square pegs round holes and knightly evasions
Take a left at the next boulevard
Past the dreamy villas
Past the dilapidated noviciate
Over the viaduct that traverses the pit
Until you reach the emporia of groovy vibes and hidden agendas

There is a kind of freshness in exhaustion
Energy in lassitude
Beauty in extreme old age
The brain supplies geometric diversions
Upon the simple closing of the eyes
The brain supplies the missing pieces
Hence the myth of the prophetic ulna

The epic mural gets it wrong
The field marshall is never in the van
Long worms or were they sour lines of verse
Commemorate that sin which the moon
Duly constituted representative
Has pledged to consign to unhallowed ground
How dare one ask she sings with indignation rising
What another sees much less how
And castigates the vogue for lacking sorrow

The tyrant and his yes men advance their confections
Their own swirling medley of synesthetic tenders
Documents in triplicate and juridical burlesques