A POEM

by Rik Rene Gwin

THE PATIENCE OF WANDERING SNAILS

AND THE SMOTHERING KISSES

OF PARANOID PISTOLS

PROCLAIMED AN OATH OF VENGENCE

FOR TABLES OF SWEET GREEN FABLES

AND YET, HISTORICALY SPEAKING , AND

THE REFRAINS OF LITERARY OKRA

AND THE SIGNAL FLAGS 

OF LEFT OVER PLATITUDES

EXIST BETWEEN THE LEGS

OF EVERY PILING ON THE PIER,

WEARING THE GREEN LANGERIE

OF IRRESOLUTE  LICHENS

WHO SING THE  DISSONANT DEMENTIA

OF ALLEGORICAL CREAM CHEESE,

SPONSORED BY ALTRUSTIC ALMONDS

WHO WERE RELEGATED

TO RUPTURED ROMANCES

THAT PLAYED ON SATURDAY T. V.

AND WHO LATER JOINED FLOCKS OF PURPLE PIGS

IN GRANULATED GARTERS

FLYING SOUTH FOR EGGS OVER EASY

[but breakfast ceased at 11 ]

SO THEY LANDED IN ALTOONA

HOPING TO SYNTHESIZE THE CEREMONIES

OF RATHER SHY SHRIMP;

WHO TEND TO IGNORE THE DICTATES

OF OVERHEATED HATBANDS

[who always played off key ]

IN  FAVOR OF A TERTIARY TOUCAN

WITH HIS TAIL IN THE AIR,

BUT IT WAS WIDELY KNOWN

FOR HIS LIGATORY STRING BEANS,

BUT LACKING SUFFICIENT RESOLVE FOR CLOSURE

 WE LEFT IT ON SECOND BASE

AND RETIRED TO A PANDERING PIZZERIA

WHICH ADDRESSED THE EXPLOPATIVE QUALITIES

OF SOLICITOUS INTERLUDES

IN REPITITIVE REPARTE

THE POINT OF WHICH ESCAPES US TO THIS DAY.