checkerboard patterns
on modern covered wagons
rolling on to parts unknown
and the missing words of
distaste and distraction
rumble around on the floor
inciting the inert masses to riot
seeking to overthrow the king
and burn the palace down
but the armies of consistent flavor
will fail in the night
leaving the automatons of numbness
to melt back into the
unfed corners of my mind

never mind-
close them