DOG ON BLANKET
Candles vomit beside the march of
cleavage and valor, as Compassion
enslaves Responsibility; stray.
Tundra’s cancer enclaves lit’rature;
trumpets acclimate wounded chords at
Voltaire’s cum-guzzling tea-party.
Estranged limpets hollow out each stanza,
entrenched by nonsensical verse and
geometry. Fools hate complexity.
Lewis Dalton