I Cannot Carve a Carver

"I Cannot Carve a Carver"

I cannot carve a carver
like that butter-tailed jack
Which you always yield
Marked like thatch
In a drain pool stem
Of oxen mice horse manure

Let it roll in custard
And the free treacle
Fallen on a plain
Like a sigh
Of rainbow dust in
A mastodon prison

You don't have to tell me
Sway the wicked way watch mine glow
Stay the over stay and zapped
The strapped amulet hither there
Neither where

May craft amuse you so
May abomination get blown
Fuses pustule of ardent maidens
Scissors sawing the chagrin
Flouted flatulence on burnt burgers
Withered toast
Hither there

copyright 2011 by Jason Thompson