Check the Groyne and Moil

Murmuring a conventional recitative
the baritone herded the baronet
heartily beneath the farmer.
Dowse the dartboard!
My dowsing rod morphed
into a calypso airgun
of uncomfortable residue.
There’s garbage in the streets.
Check the groyne and moil—
Let’s dance!

He moved chalk for a guilder
& forced his secret destiny through
the wringer. He spied a rank seduction,
a trend unseen but suggested.
The baronet swirled upward
inside a never-escaping simulation—
bereft of his destiny,
lonely & destitute—
Loaves unloved.
Unleavened
& undun.

“I strike a teenager with a baseball bat to gain blue-collar credibility.
I feel dirty reading on the toilet.”

— Ben Lerner / The Lichtenberg Figures