Funny

the throat and one fire
which isn't. Minion splits
Atom's apple bob gullet;
squeegee into an affable
gulp. One six
year old wonders, whom
others enthrall, et up
inquisitive. Thin wire
stretched fence, an
electrify friar hot
ponder grabs hold,
jolt-r-ooni whammo hand
jitters. Staid school
drill scorcher, thwack, plunder
perchance, smoking, those
leaves of grass
sizzle, sting testing
voltage, indeed.

* ~ * ~ *

An avowed and heathen distance
with no place I could call my own
and a genetic predisposition, an
enabled excuse [enjambed] and
thereby energized

our funny struggles

disdayned
to establish

a foothold

“And further, wee doe by these
presents for vs. our heires and
successors, giue and graunt full power...”

“The 26. We
Anchored at Wocokon,
where the admiral had like to beene
cast away...”

“At Aquascogoc the Indians stole
a silver cup, wherefore we
burnt the Towne and spoyled
their corne, so returned to
our fleet at Wocokon...”

having realized that

and got to know a strange
place in we throat