LvcYfvr Dalton
HAIL THOTH
A world wherein you might say
time lies comatose,
like Santa Claws
on the stretcher
of a lazy boy
and (יהוה JAH) so remote
from (anseo) here & now
where a triceratops
with his sidekick of a rhino
deals out a digital blow
to the ringmaster bedaubed
to the silk-threaded trampoline
of his own website.
Meanwhile, my own execution squad
find themselves the Webelos
(WE'll-BE-LOyal-Scouts) and cubs
as I sharpen my club
into something like a sickle
