There are rocketships docked at
Octoberfest plots where
moms run around all day in only cloths.
They sink,
but the great divers float for
a magnificent distance before the gambler is repaid
and the footsteps symbolically fade.
big ol' st. james stares at
the fish before he catches one for dinner,
because he likes to know his food
[otherwise it is rude].
then they all get together and tango under the spanish skies,
because earth is okay
after all
of the multicrunktional funk
blows by.
By C. Darling
