Grumpy Old Charade

maybe grieving

concupisciences

are lyrically trailing

around the dust devil's fountain 

of ideal solid piñatas in search

of mutant and angelic

handbags for holding

your agree meant

with the molecular angel

around the subject of the abject

yet you cannot discuss this

with it as every word of its

language seems to bean

a forty tiered yacht

of clamoring 

eyeball golem people

with scythe kites

kissing amorphous

branching pink fluff:

how could you not

have noticed

that diogenes

makes way

for walter matthau

o(u)r molecule

speaks lovingly

of turtles

"some translation"

the funny joke

of the delta

overgrown

by weeds

cultivation enjoys

reading the manx alice

of its own opposite