Here’s something funny
The incongruity of buckets and sidearms
Or the three-way folly of nature culture and diagrammatic specificity
Left behind were the mossy rebuses the angular seaferns
Everywhere you look some fractious vortex or other
Picture this a man with half his face stove in
But he survived the operation and fills the waiting room
With his jolly refulgence
Try that on for size you cynic-for-hire
How do you explain the turtles the aquarium the motivational placards
What d’you think I got here spots on the cornea
Where were you when I created the heaven and the earth
The orotund gestures
The stocks the buckram
The endless lists altar sword and pen
You knew the job was dangerous when you took it
You catch that allusion to small plastic containers
Charybdis in a hammock with a Margarita
One can infer the blender’s operation
Mock-heroic posturings with your head bolted down
Desserts flavored to an exact dollar amount
Wiseguys’ profits from the repurposing of obsolete detritus
Let them have their fun
Those skilled in the arts of phlebotomy
Calypso is all the rage
We know don’t we that the shoe’s on the other foot
Nameless castaways marooned without a name
On a dome-shaped islet with a solitary palm
Legacy of Langerhans and the other famous exploiters
Poor Tom
Lazy Mary
Dervishes whirling down the drain
A pair of asymptotes you and I
You said it
A couple of baboons
It ain’t fitting it just ain’t fitting
The time is out of joint
Things don’t fit
Take a break from your insomnia
Your hardboiled insouciance
Stop the presses
Stop the vortices
The centripetal and the centrifugal
The widening gyre
And the ever-contracting McPherson strut
The hilarity of putting two and not-two together