I am the vaporial spork,
An undignified and rugged mollusk,
Here to take back the vermilion mire
Oscillating conjecture that reverberates
Into the slipshod vanguard
Tinged with gyroscopic permutations
Conflated, flipped and full of aspirations.
Cresting and bobbing it flags
For the matted mongrel
To stand up and be driven
Down the wellspring
Lined with quartz neurons.
Punch through the crimson tapestry
Stomp out the dwindling flame
Grab it by the throat
And shift.
Allow me to
Dance across
The bio-luminescent forest
Ripe with nonsense.
FLAVIO HUITRON 