Evil Dentist

While, like pee splashback on eBay, the torso of a stem cell looks all

flat in a solar eclipse, its ballooning skeleton arms

keep being dragged along by a hoary jetpack –

a suicide-ET going multiple-Cinderella

on his gaming console, mud-wrestling

neurological pewter that's already been diluted by

sex and violence.

Stepping out into the sun, this potato loses its eyebrow's connecting screw.

A dark dentist amidst his enamel housewares,

it wears an artificial heart on a chain

while blogging – eyebrow-less, potato-chested – about anxiety and

other medical emissions. An abstract blowfish fills its masochistic visualizations –

X-ray vision's salad fringes line their post-nuclear footprints.

Again, like the Babylon termites churn out, flattened

to reduce friction – deformed by overdubbing.