A roulette wheel with a rainbow of colors spun with a moon around reminding the poet of a timely notion where oceans came to rest politicians chorded sounds of the mess where sand isn’t grit on polished halls at the exact point of nowhere Covered with aesthetic patterns shoulder eponyms of iambic pentameters lines inscribed ranked hexameter formations battalions of airborne poets considering motions existential descriptions of everywhere transparent uniforms color over time morphing to glorious algorithms A poet’s uniform was standard issue in past days training to war a great opaque, corporate one with battery bearers, Starlink’d antennae carriers and splendid report-worthy deaths in store Poets in stock have special structures of words where with to observe absurd colors and smells in tire rut runes and guts of hells splattered with smatterings of drone-speak shells spelling exceptionally resonant words Caduceus slathered with patriotic blood pools of mud and ghouls of golden rules crud newspeak curdles of hunches of lunches where enemies could fork left and right miles of spicy blue grueled tripe Red, white and blue somethings flumped news camouflaged culls changing dark brown to green things inflated and crashed sour mashed grounds hated so subtleties severed from ideas mean nothing and nothing more for never End of days work apocalyptic rays heralds revelation denied fried programmed codes for loyalist nodes leaders promoting Armaggeddon's revival lied riding thrones to crooked levers The poet’s crisp threads needed to honor the dead manufacture of standardized lines of verse each stanza and worst of horror stories terse enabled with war widgeted political minds birthed another contrapositive endeavor with staccato drum beats of yore that tore a cornucopia of tropes dropped from the sky.
