LvcYfvr Dalton
THE CYCLONE 2
Just as this cacophony
(read 'bad sound')
of clown horns
& dented trombones
might have piled
from the yellow 'band'
(read, 'something
which binds')
of a rusted jalopy,
I would press pause--
yes, press pause
in regard to the freshly
stocked stream
of my own Super Nin-
tendo parody,
where I was spotted
mostly more lost than found,
chasing demon-dwarves
& nicked (read 'nycker')
garden gnomes
as if such space-cadet patrolling
could magically capsize the Earth
into my small, tilted world of lunacy,
wherein the confines of Luna Park
I recall climbing with a circus
trombone
atop the triceratops
(from trikeratos + *ōps- 'eye'
+ *okw- 'to see' )
of The Cyclone
and--JAH!,
posting W.A.S.T.E.'s
muted post-horn.
