LABORED BLOCKING

OK, you go over there.

Top this, Mr. Mahogany, Mr. Mattress-Spring,
Mr. Coiled-Snake's
kin oil,

rock out, knock your block
out the wall you built.
Two-bit tooth-bit telephone cord
swirltangle-for-brains.

At the pass my call was cut off.
OK, you go over there.

Mr. Answerprecludesthequestion, Mr. Myliege,
I was foiled in my toiling.
The hurricane breeze blew crocodilic words,
lisping into my brain,
some strange weather from the north.

Oh, I see. You stand over there.


(First posted on Komposite Sketch.)