“Jarred by thought’s boomerang you waken / on an open hillside. This is what it means / to be opposed, alert.” John Ashbery

Shoulders too narrow
Ankles wrapped in fat

Where art for your bones
What color your breast

Bent toward a queer pouch
Straight to a sneer slouch

Beer luge and bar stool
Oxblooded law school, teleporter blues

Content is King
Google bench in the zoo

Zelig demands
400 words on Transformers 2

His diary a cook book
Tarzan lifts Jezebel toward Kalamazoo

Mrs Butterworth says hop
Scotch will kill you quicker than Flickr

Marissa Mayer’s a lyre
Ford’s car culture’s on fire

Maternity leaves in a fog
MILF is a short bob toward identity hog, snob.