A saucepan fizzling on a grill,
An iris contracting in front of light,
A predator lurking, preparing to kill,
A little boy flying his giant kite.
A man suffering from his own desire,
A name, Schlutt, inscribed on a cup,
A boy getting too close to a live wire,
A coyote flattened on the road.
Dry ice sublimating into thick gas,
An inferno incinerating the remains of a dead man,
A drunk girl forgetting the night before last,
A banshee shrieking at the body in sand.
An affair in a bedroom with sexual groans,
D.H. Lawrence smiling at his new masterpiece;
A dog with a wounded paw noisily moans,
A supermodel stripping naked to underwear fleece.
The Jabberwocky feasts on its victims with a great loud roar,
Rocking-horse people dance together with infinite time,
While large mobs of goblins ransack department stores,
Everything and anything exists in the great, vast sublime.
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