a heckler hit me with a three-inch pickle.
it was no big dill.
..
I sing the bawdy eclectic
fandangooey and mystic
applying a styptic
along the ecliptic
unhoping encounters be fistic.
..
if mick jagger were a geologic unit of measure
he would be size mick.
..
amazed that my friend avery
was spiceracked without reason,
i last-name him zing
and here is the thing:
to avery zing there’s a season.
..
dudley moore had acne.
moore’s the pitty.
..
call me mu
but not a cow,
for I love u
and y, and howe.
The Fan is the fan in my study. Taz is the Tasmanian Devil, with which I’ve taken a couple of liberties, but nowhere near as much as the Looney Tunes folks took, bless them. The Sum is a summation, derived from withered memories of first-semester calculus class of more than half my life ago. It all makes weird sense if you think of the fan as a disseminator of etheric force, Taz as apocalyptic primality, and the Sum as the glide-path approach to an unreachable asymptotic discontinuity.
Here are the words:
Filaments become the warp & weft from eldritch looms
Analogued anomalies evolve as strange as Mu
Numinosity precurses curse: the ZAP of Doom
