A Mile or Two: Us Humans

A big dearth in magnet shape variety,

Asynchronous heart was the sole diagnosis.

There’s more iron than you think in cereal (blood too).

Imperial is cool again, more firing neurons in tow.

The trees made of limes and brackish prom dresses,

Yeast infection isn’t the best comparison, fire bomb Dresden.

Secret impressions, off-point like a soldier, preening mustache.

“Assume the position” is an angle on living.

The reeds from a loaned-out saxophone sank into The Everglades;

The gym teacher’s missing keys were never recovered.

Mom’s gonna be pissed.