Sunk in the Glom

Of Pom Pom Pom

   Igniting vast arrays of 

Coniferous viables 

   Staunched and stammered

Pleaded and hammered

   Abregnation in tact

  His last act would be the foot plant

   Of soul- he was not one to 

  Caress the evil that is done

     No not fun not fun

  This plastic world was greater than that

    Elasticity was a spastic past caring

  Funneled and tunneled

   Thru the gray sky future

 Ersatz and Ignatz 

Intactually mordant

  He plied a virulent beverage

To the max

 And sat and sighed

  Oh how high are we?!

Nay  let's not

  But the clock is set

 The past consumes

The sprightly beagles 

Have set forth

 But the fox is driving this car

   A 2013 Hyundai 

     Across Missoula

   Eyes wide for a Taco Bell