everybody wants to be one, in limelight, contorting, reaching everybody wants fifteen minutes of it tomato soup can wants to be limelit an ooh-ahhed exotic fruit fantasy island contorting, reaching prickling imagined talent stomach sucking sand

upscale and haughty with stiff upper lips and spines polymorphous prigs upscale and haughty we pretentious of the sea suspend in facade with stiff lips and spines we’re aquaculture’s ideal freak fronts for the tail polymorphous prigs to small fry everywhere smell our represent

land, sea, or kingdom whatever Earth’s type or place they dream of outer space land, sea, or kingdom all exotic critters chafe at chains of safe whate’er type or place dazzling us in wonder when stage dims, they dream they dream of outer space play hopscotch on asteroids twirl in vacuum’s grace

in the world of shrooms doesn’t matter if you’re short it’s how you comport in the world of shrooms pulp stalks and steak stumps support hued, gilled, blotchy caps no matter you’re short it’s what’s underneath that counts mycelial oomph it’s how you transport sugars through the chitin mat after the dead turns

shoulders and neck rest among curves of white petals still in the garden shoulders and neck rest in triangle composure against leathered green among curved petals a flower among flowers wisp of cinnamon still in the garden dulcet streams of last night’s kiss tease pink from her cheeks