Between her Nokia and universe-sized
epiphany lies an ear-full of interference.
An emergent tick stuck in the brains of a clock.
Countless hours of Dungeons & Dragons
and you learn that sometimes
it's good to subject your snail to the following –
what's full of what's normally not seen boiling in coffins:
the rainbow in the midget's hair
or a stream of Mars rot.
A dried cup-o noodles for antlers to get shrubbed in.
A shadowy grin hopping around on the chupacabra's face,
its bunny suit psychosis hungry for frogs
peddled from a small-town trunk.
Night noises trapped in a ninja's towel.