Leftovers

And now for something almost completely different that is almost entirely the same:

 

Leftovers

 

The fragmentary line has yet to end.

I can’t imagine anyone would care.

Heroic nemeses in aspic canned.

Conglomerating goulash in a can.

Some ghoulish goldfish on a platter. Gold.

Cheap cheesy crackers sanding in a row.

Collapsing, coruscating creatures clap.

Clap trap. Clickety clack. The elephant

(There always has to be an elephant.)

is elemental. Quarks and anti-quarks

are fashionistas in a cheese fondue.

Urdu? Dueling sycophants in grosgrain.

Explain. A grain train rattles. Cattle call.

The snippets, the rejected thoughts and lines

are regulated, relegated, mined.

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