paddling down the volga with a schizophrenic
trees that mimic the gnarled mitts of police
everlasting trapezoidal features, the face of duress
how much for a miniature shower of fodder
the baptismal statue of stalin became the
lined countenance of babble and froth
rocks inside one's head washed clean by the rapids
rabid to the touch, exquisite memories of
executions on a field of daisies
he fondled the oars with a burgeoning contempt
brazen cuisine of idiots-savant
in the marshy playground we all lost our innocent directions
she typed the letter until it was picture-perfect,
and then soaked it in a baptismal urn
splash! went our metaphysical boat.