DIADEM



Askance	sidelong

fodder for the Insignificant

Other:

	the skies done up in rivets

	a bowdlerized saga

	dripping

	salience (3. Springing, jumping: salient tree toads).

Illiquid my honey is

	viral.



A burrowed dawn

	flanges the ear tunnel.

Far off, I heard it weeping,

	the carnal plane

		drops Nerf flechettes.



Wake me when I'm gone,

	bury these brutal Triscuits



& the worried flames



& the dancers with monkey faces

	they play the catgut

the liquidated moon slicks

	all along some

thrumming viscus.