Fumes, blaspheme
A hippopotamus’ most trying task:
Handstand.
Climb the rain gutter to freedom
Stuck in a rut
Utterly
Bayou
Concrete meets Krylon
Hide behind the pylon
Walk out with the shirt you try on.
Handstand.
A pickle,
When bygones
Be goners
Lovers have farmers to sew their crops,
Creators to slab
s pl a t t t t t t e r
Blotch
Paint sloppily hurdled canvas-ward
Somehow lands on the walkway,
Scenes never seen
Heard round the world.
