soapbox in the silkstream

 

         Frankly, dear folks
 or really,
do I know substance?
              The clad word is “distort-o-motor”
Stop!  Wha?  Uh, surely,
                     surely

 

tow
mission machined monumental
hotshot control savages
slid beyond sopranos
breaking wind,
to hell!
Big deal!

 

Look.
No footprint leaps
lathed in hyper-extension
slaughtered for answers to hind parts
is nay, but keyboard paradigms
screened off the Western Warhol.
Why, the Turks would hang the butcher for public view!

 

SHAZAM!  It’s Captain Marvel

 

Busts.

 

Look

 

the dots made up face
number punches
in geometric lace.

 

Bill Morrison