I chase – a Brewer – never liquored –
on a Unicorn – filled with Beer –
brewed from Sharon Mesmer’s Underwear –
six Deerheads – with one Ear –
in a Trombone – of Hair – that flies
through sculpture[/‘/(d)/s/ (/(–)/)] Acts of Blindness –
into the Presents of our Pasts –
all Forwards – to Behindness –
when the hand saws – off the Cliff –
cut – through the Thing without – a Feather–
fill – the Head in Multiples –
of Strings – on bridal Pleather –
til Sherriffs swing – their Necks as ropes –
twisting – braided Kettle Corn –
I’ll chase a Brewer – never liquored –
on a Walmart Unicorn.
