just about everything

not covered up

like fireworks going

off New-Year's eve

rockets red glare

champagne corks popping

disguising barks from

the Bordello balcony

left of OZ

right of Neverland

and under the

thread bare rug

covering the cellardoor

of the outer

castle defense perimeter

into the lost

city of the

forgotten nether regions

sweaty and clammy

crotch people of

rampant assimilations that

clone xrayed neanderterhauls

with hairy chests

and hairy toes

with pungent toe-jam