Comet-Tailed #sundaypoem

Wow, this author writes about life-size trash. 

Some of it comprises the tail of a comet.

Check out the stain's flattened pearl;

turtle-oil operatically launched by

the clockwork's orange sock;

body parts covered in the dew

of a surreal multiverse, etc.

Although because of generic murder-acts,

hot polymers crackle at the cores of 

a billion free e-books,

this stem cell impaler is Tron 

all lizard-frontal again,

a radioactive pauper popping 

enemas throughout SimCity

with the decaying cucumbers

of a BMX:

t-shirts underground 

lift in the wind:

a bloodied pickax signals forgiveness 

of the apocalyptic sea 

monster's gland.