dusty yesterday –
you could make another me with the skin cells embedded in those sheets.
i was so far away. couldn’t even conceive the three horned buck in the neighbor’s yard.
posing while grazing on crimson rose-head curry with a side of golden golden new england sunflow-slaw

dusty tomorrow –
post-yawning, like the actually cognitive, out-of-frame, 8th dwarf’s direct-to-tape sequel.
only worth the nostalgic-value: rewind & remind.

clorax whiped today –
those storyboards actually move w/ a bleary-eyed squint
“hey mr. dr. professor. heebie-jeebie. extra please, extra you – you -you-You-
Mouse

i think we got a blockbuster”

‘picture this: vacuuming finned companions shimmying beneath a ‘kiss my dorsal’ smock

‘musical number number, pachyderm nightscape.
dust/good night sweet dust/not today/dusty dusting dust/dream on“
wipe and breathe and dream asthmatically

‘let’s call it –

BLISTER POPPING INDEX FINGERS AND THE TARANTULA-GODMOTHER CLEANING COMPANY. BREAKING INTO THE MOST EXPENSIVE ANIMATED DANCE NUMBER ON SCREEN TO DATE. GIVING VIEWERS A SPACE TO FORGET THE SCUM-STAIN IN THE SINK AND INSTEAD FEEL SOMETHING OTHER THAN DISGUST II”