Lassoed fire

Into the fire where words open flies
Wandering meadows in glossy old ties
Washing the wakefulness double dot quick
Salmons of noodles were making me sick
Sick as a raft when I rubbered the sand
Quick as a dirt monkey quite in demand
Surface to surface the glide monkeys grew
Soon until raisins were dirt into stew
Slide into slide into slid into id
Washing the trash just to do as I bid
Ibid the page but on page forty nine
Mayne ibidology cease to decline
Oodles of more and disturbing they're meant
Wondering wandering where my mind's sent
Bushwhacking stools in search of a chair
Stooling chairs for the words that aren't there
Sugars of cotton in struedels of dumps
Oxygen cans messing garbage can pumps
Up in the fleazit the counterbounce comes
Figuring fees with the foes and the fums
Tempting the sugar when whistles went out
Loading up thistles for tempting some trout
Out in the grounding the hopscotch at bay
Served in a trigger sent out in a tray
Gathering fingers meant guns in decline
Measuring triggers to ounce out a dime
Figuring field mice jumped to the chore
Up to the seasons to figure Al Gore
Open the door let the lettuce inside
No use in hiding in formaldehyde
Senses of uses were wandering floors
Up to the rain when it's figuring pours
Up to the ounces to rain in the pain
Sharpening shadows to shade in the game
Gimbles of louses to threaten the stairs
Given a feast of the devil me cares
Up to the liars where criminals sit
Over the jungles in acres of spit
Into the johns where the civilness waits
Deploring doors into devil mint cakes
Lassoing silence that familiar game
Harder to swallow but easy to tame
Under the junctures and under the threes
Cripples of ice cream made up for the cheese
No more no less when the difference comes
Comes with the fives and the foes with the fums.

Denis Streeter 9/19/11