Turnstile frogs out,
but we are blisters.
Cold swallow of Listerine
two times toking the way back.
I up and sizzle
and prick with filtered light
raving through brain window.
Tip a fair share
over so-called precipice
with my wonder
a miracle to the garbage caucus.
Fresh needles on the timestamp.
Fresh needles full of solutions.
Turnabout busted
and we ante up the unsolvable.
Scrum is where the heart blathers.
-r. miller