All the Little Debby Snacks
Saint Paul, 11 February 2003
Appointed watchman of humanity’s basal provenance
Heretofore undisclosed symbols scribbled on a cocktail napkin
Transcendent binary pocket fuzz until it went through the ringer
Careening the cavity of a front-loaded Maytag Neptune
Centrifugal ellipses hopelessly awash in Brownian suds
The Grand Unified Theory of Physics smeared and obscured
Bleached into the code for splicing poison oak and a peacock
Conceiving resplendently chromatic yet itchy pajamas
As if suddenly all the Little Debby Snacks didn’t exist