Random Poem III

Elsie called from Hot Springs, AK last night. She had just gotten out of the tub, and was en route to hear a band playing downstairs. Their trip from Alabama to Nashville, TN was rain-soaked, and seemed to follow them — off & on — all the way to Hot Springs. I asked Elsie to bring some of that rain back to Oklahoma with her.

It seems to have preceded her.

Anyway, here's the penultimate poem in the "random" series:

The bucktooth saber tooth isolated mandarin
orange used in ritual masturbation
The cat sprung, as though to slay
the innocent sculptress
lost in the heart of matins
The firstborn ever worn dachshund
stretchable as a slinky
was the last to straddle infinity
along the inconsequent border
But shall we be obedient?