CHICKEN FIST

Thanks for the purple insulator, Miranda
Now when I go through customs

I’ll have something to declare!
The whole time I thought

I was making pearls
I was just making owl pellets

like Prince as Darth Vader
in a good way

but that’s ok too—
the horoscope’s indication

as always a fakir’s trick
with its false forking Frost

fucking turnpikes not taken—but neither
the road to Utopia nor

the slippery slope inhibit
the spiral of growth--

we breathed in a million ferns
in the time it took for the radio

to shut up for Tuesday recorder favorites--
in the fridge there are two experimental biscuits

that the kid in Bojangles gave us last night,
one is Epic, the other Pastoral

one is a bowl of milk
the other is a box of legos & an exacto knife

(btw it turns out those humbos
weren’t fighting because we’d let them run out

of their narcissistic supply
--they just like to fight!)

between the biscuits is a pool of icing
that has been crystalising

since the ozone hit the mountain,
no ice age to retreat from

the sugar just
stayed put!