EAT ME, DANIEL DEFOE!

embossing god on savages nebber as fun

as pummeling the shipwreck of a man

 

portaled to the horse, scavenging chalices

tobacco, barrelitos of rum to keep dorsal

 

a sine loco foot-print, meaning publisher unknown

 

the fortification pantry, a voyeur at the cannibal buffet

instead of enraged diocese taxman shooting heathens down like dogs

 

as if anyone were in a position of arch-arch or super-über

the tubular, like Max Headroom, De Lorean orphans in the riptides

savages surviving to see pop's sprung from the Providence, Inc pic-a-nic

 

delicious mutiny must be, a calorific pow-pow, like

ward of an island wardened by dirigibles

 

 

 

 

 

 

SCOTCH TAPE RELEASES X-RAY POWER!

Devoid of purpose, porpoises trace the shoals.
Likewise, snipers do their thinking in supple temples.

Plumbers understand: natural gas-mains quicken suicide allure.

And steaks: steaks don't understand nofing but blanket sauce.

Photons create energy as they de-adhere, trust me, enough energy.

You can X-Ray your finger in the nimbus of the unspooling.

That’s the reason Byzantine charges don't alarm applicants with fetid credit.

Umherica slaps it on like some caste patina, like lotto splooge.

 

You still haven't inquired as to the why, the what of this seedling.

Is this this a prerogative of unearned providence, a trophy-coated plaque?

 

It reads, lies sustain the surely-seasoned despite surmise.
Maybe something I might make in my mind, a something short of nuance.
Micron photography composes shrunk porters to ravage the rationale.
Next fing you know: the nameless countries all want flags or seas.