Fat Tuesday kicks off a super bowl of Cajun gumbo . . .
Cybersecurity mavens schedule colonoscopies
with iCloud colorways
as if keyboarding members of the alphabet
to guide a 20-wheeler through the woods of words
would be enough to maintain a daily stepcount of 10,000
for a buy-back from the gods of uncertainty . . .
Repurposing confidential information next to a dogbed
is a bullet train back to the future
where rehearsals are more rehearsals
and the game afoot raises the stakes
to a sub two-hour marathon
fixed on the window of a Magic 8 Ball . . .
The drama resurfaces in water under the bridge
quenching no one's thirst . . . with you
leaving the table of random numbers without a word
without finishing the song . . . driving away
into sheets of sound . . .
 |
| Leila Forés |