The 10¥ Marketplace (Impediments Galore: A Courtroom Drama)

A savant mushroom with a seedy past in Africa discovers that its worst fears have come true.

An artisanal clutch of gourmands are out to ambush — deracinate, tear and shred. There are ambuscades forming at the usual fringe mush casinos.

The Order of the Medieval Tamarinds of Chivalry, Tamarins and Rookeries are on high alert.

Two chimeras claim their birthright on a magical bluff—advertisers stumble over each other to sign lucrative sponsorship deals.

You rummage through neighborhoods of kipper prints keen to be deposed.

The first-perversion is an introspection — an accusation of a man’s lifetime in exchange for neutrality.

A successful yachtsman is asked to help solve a locked-rosary rush of the stage — nannies and ninnies need not apply. Although Ned had previously applied for the position of Autocue Presenter and was now baffled.

I arrive at a courtyard with glass eels and aubergines — all are nonplussed and embroiled in pedantic sophistries.

My father’s grating voice keeps counterpoint to mother’s grating of ptarmigan (for the ptarmigan parmigiana).

Busybody pollsters allude to les accents aigus and oleander glower, while vicious workmen heeled in sod transcribe “Hotel California” to Morse Code via ASL.

This is an invocation to prove the innocence of a convicted Shiitake.

During the courtroom sidebar the Asterisk Committee undertakes an undercount of footnotes and bibliographical references.

A mutant blancmange eats a buckeye, then an eclair, an English schoolboy, a darkened alcove, and a memorial to brocaded sofas.

A king’s unfounded jerkin destroys his fanfare and picket rigging. We are disgusted with meritocracy and resort to meretriciousness for a 10¥ note.

We found deterrents in the aphrodisiacs and asphodels in the aphorisms.

Objections overruled — no one says a word.

What I’m Reading:

… do these dolphins want the baloney to arrive? …

is this the way to probe death? candied lights in long dark rooms?
code name Bladder Tribes
now there’s a new use for all these worlds
let the Gummy Bears bear me
out

— Clark Coolidge / “Gulp”