what the chicken foretold / fowl chicanery

all the strong men were dying
their letters past prime
taskmasters stood in line
raking up rubbish the fallen dirt
bags foretold the turnover
pavement opened to fill their till
cigarettes were lucky
their flies on teaspoons
sucking down honey
food service gone
lids shattered like wrong paper glass
scissors stolen, a rock and a wrap
down below where the dinosaurs grow
sittin' pretty
quicker than rock in a mud oil flow
submerged picture show
artifacts slow faster than empty
a snore board wake
more snow than fitting chatter
take out the night guard
he's not teething just on edge
the cliff looks lonely, but isn't falling
no spilt milk below
just a target in a dust bin
the logic lacking
the dust bowl incomplete
better get a ladder
the sky is falling


denis streeter    7/1/18