Eating an entire bag
of strawberry flavored marshmallows
is ergonomically deficeint.
Going to a circuis starring horses
is a felony.
Pop music is loud.
Finding a new housemate is a fable —
clearly.
A bottle of wine
is really irritating.
Tomorrow,
after that mistake,
is cranky.
“Social degredation is my heart’s desire”
Your thought is a rapid death.
Childhood is a nightmare
not worth recalling.
Traveling is rotten,
as in poorly preserved.
Cultural appropriation is like
touching wet bubble gum
underneath a table.
Our heroic protagonist is
fast.
The last word is destructive.
Cancer is hopeless.
An unexpected let down
(…is rather smelly)
Great-grandma is hard to see.
The barren tree is a crooked fellow.
A heart attack is awfully likeable.
Fire is strictly inexcuseable.
A flood is verbose.
The ripple in the lake, approaching the shore,
is unreliable
at best.
A revolving door is ridiculous.
Simplicity
is behind the second door.
Closing the door is
like a yowling cat sitting on your face.
Carolyn is the secret ingredient.
The soup is what I embody.
