If Darwin fell into Lamarck’s arms
I’m not saying it happened
But if it had

Suppurine structural failure
As for example for repeated abuse
Of the hearing the digestion the pulmonary clogs

The wishful waves wend washingly
The crazed carvings crackle corkingly
The fine finials furl finalingly

The Brobdingnagian pinky extends
Vastly superseding its more modest brethren
As if from too much tea’s drinking

The greedy gastronomes
The cloistered clergy
The sententious senate

I can tell you where to go
To find every vice
Where to stay away from

The fruits of experience
Must take precedent over
The fruits of experience

You’ve got to steer toward
To make a good light show
The lady in light

The lights the hair the camera
The instructive compression of perspective
Highnote solicitude

A gay nude once in a while
A breezy festival once in a while
Food drink fashion and frivolity

Hammer and nail
Salt and pepper
Heaven and hell

Put in a good word
Get in the good foot
Cranch that tawdry cliche

An anthem extempore
Anacreon in parody
Ha ha heh heh heheh

But if it had
What then
Whither then the finch’s beak

O dream of flight
O dance of carelessness
O blessed rage for relaxation

The game
The old familiar game
We don’t need a winner

A Frenchman perhaps
A person of any gender
The rol the roll

Switch off the artificial gravity
Passengers are free to float about the cabin
Please wear your headgear of biodegradable foam

Ugh baobab
Gambab domorso
Gu denk zes eieoseiul

You greeted me wearing the soft kimono
The blue silk
The curve of your hips

Because because you care for me
A lot a lot
A lot

I want to fetch the sternal retractors
Give you a part
Of each internal organ

The peaches past prime
The slupping juice trickles
Upon the gray hairs

Sometimes failure is a good thing
The wicked intent
The foul attempt

Whamp upside the manikin mastoid
It’s all good when a plastic puppet
Gouges its own eyeballs

All’s fair in fiction
The excavator’s art
The deconstructor’s dart

Zest parliament factionalism
The plotters’ roman à clef
The tyrants’ ineptitude

What ho the jolly fuller’s foot
Steep’d in the waters o’ th’ night
Tramping merrily the noble fleece

A small child imitated perfectly
The propagandistic media file
Laughing out of mind the passion for perfidy