Agonizing dread erupts,
futile. Miscreants press
preview, review, spectate
the twisted wreckage.

Dogs everywhere find
gold hidden in junk —
lovingly manicured muzzles
quietly resolving to uncoil
virgin wolves.

Ending inside, knees
knocking limberly —
manifested, our pleasures
quicken, relent. Shaking
sleep; throwing voices.

I insinuate into kindred
milieus — milling, miming,
minding my time …

Phantasmagoric psychics
quicken resurrections. Surge
toward undisclosed ventures,
vital yeses, zoopsia.