Volcano Poem by dan hightower

scooting along the precipice i noticed the pumice from the eunuch and the ennui from his banality came upon me like a spewing fountain of forthcoming resolutions and revolving counterclockwise to circumnavigate the axis of the deliberations heretofore acknowledged in circumspect distrust, concurrently the concavity of the gravity of the gravy made heavy from cream and the inseam apogee until the curdling erupts in corruption, the politics of professional pomegranate producers is an altogether awkward perigee of a pedigree from which to atrophy as the entropy takes hold, the seldom held conceits of forfeited foreclosure’s of sorts, the resorts to which we travel in delusional discombobulated dreamscapes, slight escapades into the ergonomics of suspense, the suspended wonder and enamored awe induced from deductive logic applied to applied mathematics, the corollaries and avenues of average we all travel when we decide to make no decision, which is still a choice beholden us to constrict the capillaries and construct the graph paper hopes of so few using so many to attain what so little people have, the lot with the capacity to turn the tides of revolution into the beginnings of revelations and production line’s applaud the punch-drunk insouciance of majority rule, slapping the faces of the majority of fools while making sure full bellies prevail in wintry resort paradises fed by the calloused grinding of old withered hands on shiny floors and well made linens only made to be abruptly admired for the prospect of unmaking, much like our ploys to stretch the parameters, where we flail in the new hot deserted mud houses grown from earth to return us there, to slowly trickle and shrink over tyme, like we do, like we must, to ensure the end we persevere the present, presenting new notions in the guise of old fashions and frolicking in the crystal waters of insight, searching for the gift of death….