poem: icarus days

uncertain farms
fuzzy taco train tracks up
& down the jelly highways
vagabond tumeric infernal
rondo: i ask at the window
the answers say no, as
if the delectation is ribbed
beyond belief,
a casual dress day all
down the six, the seven,
the eight ways of pity,
your western elegance
fights down the need
to wander, to vary
the myths and posters
of icarus days
angling with fortitude best
left unmade: watching
the lines piss away
the wherewithals,
the snaffer blooms,
the quenched beasts in their
Trojan replicas -
save the fifth place ribbons
for itty bitty classtime,
i've called round
the green tangents,
you've gone round the bend
we've digitized the very best.