Boy in the Wood

As to be invisible
The hours escape
Block after block
Of pop-up books
Filled with Ikea
Blu-ray, Hi-def
The high digital
Dog whistle hum
Of Alphabet
Meta, Amazon

They’ve cleared
The rain forest
And fracked
The camel’s hump
To plant the world
In a looped hour-
glass that the Great
Mystery (far out)
Has dealt for me

To smash and punish
Any block of chains
Or bit of torrent
Which might double
The bet of MIK’s tosh
Being surplussed
From the mite-infested

Drains

Now as these water-bugs
Spill and give way from flood–
From this tall rain cloud
That is so far beyond
Compute of the black
Budget of S.‘s five-
hundred gallon thumb

Drive

For which these cow-
ards are so prone
To wink and sink
Their hooklines yet they
Fail to squash our kind
Hearts for their own sick

Thanksgiving joke.