I gyrate like a whelk in the welkin
(see me slapped with just his head)
off see his stars flamed out all put to bed
and we fobbed with Macaulay Culkin

Herr Major

as swilling at their feed
they come and belly-up in threes or fours
quincunxing one who had no need
of telling off the ruddy bores
so munch me kin and bite me kith
I fancy you’re a wayward myth

Demogorgon

an alteration upon this common sense I dicta:
a happenstance upon this phone
ya bologna

and another case and étui or pincushion
follow the words see scattershot
all around the humdrum hills

practical definitions practically dumbfounded
go for a pitchfork song in the way of things
in the way of things
in the way of

broad is the avenue not so much as
once it was and
brought down to size

all the citizenships were in
hock and bride-ale
that is good ruin

as parsecs to Parsees
hymns to Hindustanis
pheromones to Pharisees
and Mohawks to Maharanis

 Christopher

 Mulrooney