The hiss of windmills
is integral to the landscape –
radiation from an ancient pinball disaster.
The blackhearted orange
wrung from something squishy.
When nature calls, Kleenex
configures itself into an optical illusion.
Buying a Mars Bar and knitting its peel;
members of one shady fringe will
pour the dead tissue into a dumpster...
Elf Yourself sweatpants
the casserole wears as sacred aura.
We all stood watching aghast – as the
action figure flung glowing poop.