Dan Sicoli

zeitgeber

a circadian rhythm

roughly driven through a 24-cycle hour of widely

absurd fungi

experiencing biochemical

behavior only available

through the synthesis of annual cues

and tidal formalities

adjusted for inflammatory rectories

during blackouts

late permission

you fear it's

a reaper's moon

tonight

as we cower

under raging horns

of the diablo comet

there will be

no impact or

obstruction

for the turbid sea

runs on melody not

staccatic percussion

apocryphal gal

stands at attention to pledge recognizance

the flag bearer instead holds a nozzle

appears to be swimming when playing a folk guitar

as the audience drowns in a sea of tranquilizers

spits a total rant of all things fashionable

in a rhyme scheme of her own divorces

she is not the hope of a door swinging

she cannot cope with remunerations

Dan Sicoli waits.