APPROXIMATE DEVIATION
A somber portcullis marched out
Under its own duress.
This I can do.
It was a long-rehearsed drama
Featuring goats and sheep
And artisanal cheese.
The piano player
Borrowed my nail clipper:
“Do you wash your hands after you pick your nose?”
He was clever, in a stupid sort of way.
The pure products of America
Are swinging from the rafters like velociraptors.
And he proved me right.
Wanna fight?
I tripped him up on the stairs.
He fell hard, but his optimism saw him through.
Also
People who can read
Minds and do all kinds of crap.
Like bending spoons
And your ear.
Send me a postcard, send it by mail.
Include catachresis,
And zeugmas.
I’m too busy zero-tasking
To pay attention.
Good idea for a mystery thriller
Type of thing.
Exactly.