seventeenth small stone

Today was so crazy and full between creative work, creative play and enjoying life with the wife, that I had no time to write and now it's an hour to bedtime, and I'm in no mood. But I found this passage from a recent but "closed" notebook which will be my stone for the day because I love the style of it. It's wild on purpose, cosmic, large scale, surreal and full of play.

We're 2 Swiss Army Knife, Kali-armed 
   space ship tornado sparks
meeting in the fiddle-head fern tendril
   trajectory of a polka on Mars.
We hook together by our Sousaphone necks 
   and whip cut-time parabolic arcs,
trading trans-oceanic stun rays——and all this
   before lunching on dinosaurs.


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