A POEM


Cerulean Dan spread the forest liar
Across short branded billow trees
He ran to tangle Catherine wire
To pull all strings and trample bees.
But once upon a chandelier or carousel or gondolier
The ages pulled their shoes and socks up over boards of mangy locks
And Plexiglas woodworking Wiccans aligned to their port.
“More wine for the diggers! the drippers of dirt!”
Now dizzy dots dangle—are dropping like snot
From the great gray-haired nostril god:
Slimy, the Short.


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