sordid sonnet 23

Gets angry     whips around, assembles

not quite dispensables    anchored w flip oxy—

cold fish call for slap-yappy newsprint:

agency breaks in    to Sir Veil our you;

all across flip lash scurries dim hint..

cereal killer chokes her wheat e’s with moxie !

being camera’d,  yr nod grumbles:

just a season since a minute grew

Then the ents get formidable by burning

a nonbreaking space as the cone re-enters

our altered atmosphere;

weapons will always be with you—churning

of course,  & renting the centers...

A shrugging life-history, flat/clear