ideal and spleen

a beloved cleanser
a spud comes late

iconic fingermarks on linoleum
worship stumbling cataclysm

cob mink’s boohoos tested
ideal and spleen in reverse

bidet surfers on the storm
riding trample clamp trolleys

tubular and decidedly gnarly
panorama jumpers in clay

jeer the avant garde
guard the savant peer

peerages are for slummy dummies
count this as a critical rejoinder

a tale full of sound and fury
told by a pepper puff signifying lard

What I’m Reading:

I lost myself in the lonely expedition toward the center of everything I would become

— Jackie Wang / “The Crypt Seed”