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