Draughtboard dash-light dreadnought doormat
dingbat doughnut doorknob dick-wit
dissertation and mass desertion
unsettling in deep water darkness
recalling a state of distant distress
or perfectly drunk and dissonant
enough to insult creation
with the sight of your face.
secret weapons burning like newborn suns
moving like mercurial monsters of living metal
pulsing black and blue screens of death
as far as the bionic eye can see.
Imitation snake oil jerry-rigged jaw trap
steel wrapped around your useless skull
sailing sedately toward a rising sun
an anonymous blob bloated with rum.