Blind guide, the repetitious lips clogging gravelly splendors, filling mailboxes with squirting spaceships lacking waterslide clarity.
Each eye, an imaginary bone lying underneath overzealous dimples compared to a towel blushing hotel targets.
Thongs at prewar levels.
An accumulation of marshy pyramids admirably conspiring to become stylishly amassed.
Symbolic, an Irene Dunne assembly line wrapping adamant sewing machines in foliage.
Sabotaging an ice age.
The juice clanging with frothy teeth belaboring an arrow, stocked, branded, and shrinking like wrinkly ashes.
An optional source affiliated as limitation confidence and the total lack of subtracted toasters.
Conducted, a lump in the throat lap dance, or a bad epilogue usefully labor intensive, as if a measurement.
Bread dough ear muffs sculpting inventories.
Out of many vegetables, fewer cough syrup knobs.
By means, by summations, by broken lice licking rubberized marketing tools.
Flamboyant intestines cleaning chaotic avocado adhesive while temperature monks surrender self-inflicted potions.
In Clark Gable cufflinks, an iconic siren speaks with atomic envy to the highest bidder.
Effortless appendix.
Mannequins sprouting pseudonyms.
Each electrocution a revival.
Every complex a chance for invisibility.
-- Joshua Martin is a Philadelphia based writer and filmmaker, who currently works in a library. He is a member of C22, an experimental writing collective. He is the author most recently of the books isolated version of nexus (Pere Ube), lung f,r,a,g,m,e,n,t,s before grazing *asterisk* (Moria Poetry), and Cubist Facelifts (C22 Press) . He has had numerous pieces published in various journals. You can find links to his published work at joshuamartinwriting.blogspot.com.