Surfing the Hurricane of Jesters

Florida! 

with its bright pang erected for copy,

but its root shorn by a pain

deeply disguised as playing

the ample shoof rejoins, for

what reflections cease to stir

is the quiet hubris of their own letter

that captive imbue, for what surroundings 

cam its briony fursen, and inksun

the tips?

And unda blow its clune and rowt tru,

or written on stairs in a list,

student the Cambrian shadows like a hiss

and snap out tour-de-force,

the dark emblem of its ornamental bondage,

its layer of speaking,

and forward-carnal-charnel,

Alois Riegl presenting a turned leg,

kunst swollen in computation

the Mixenes lavish

in careless sanguinitease

Oh Florida!

We bright Captains

pulse among the jesters

and toss our fate

into your churning name!