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