Fluff and Fascinations

dance a tarantella in the dusk
the hazy air of smoke and must
cold winter bluster chilblain the cheek
in salted snow boot leather grows weak
no fortune great waits for the meek
ride your galleon, if you have a Fate
greatness comes not to those who wait



herding cats among the weeds
wield butterfly nets for catch and release
get live traps for the geese
relocate those bastards North
clear out space for more exotics
let's get our natural selection on
who will rise and who will fall
smart money's on something very small


every time a fairy dies a bigot gets their wings
tell us sweet soft pillow lies as their blood begins to sing
marching boots and flames some broken glass again
punches to the face and teeth these harvesters of pain
an orgy of frustrated brutes is such a shitty thing



what's that word in baseball where you don't hit the ball but — ?
it's like that american football word for a kind of kick, a —!
or the smallest wonkey-legged kitten with the floppy ear, the —.
we're not feelin very creative but politicians are all —.