Channeling Trotsky’s probability
from singularities in Charon’s punt;
object data threads
along monkey tail spirals
braid asphalt gutter illusions.
Eve at home with the kids,
lips sewed eagerly
with needles, hypothetically,
and threads of irrelevance
along protocol river walks.
X-fer onto interface, elevate
in a radicand’s oblivion,
a Zen clock’s daily wind;
synaptic leaps miss-align,
as scythe’s honed in a row
tap dance Adam’s atom beta.
Where Newton’s 2nd site reacts,
tenderness and whacks, an axe
behind closed door, corporate handshakes
for delusions of hula hoop empire engines
and random walks along 5th and main.