Thor and Saturn’s Tête-à-tête

To thwart? To abet? To mete?

Quixotic cobbler, spread apocryphal

mendacity from Styx to Mt. Dix.

Yoke check to bank, broadcast

flaccid gospel. Raze it! Scorch it!

It’s summertime in Mendocino.

Ah, poke stigmatized feet-stank.

Quotidian Stygian, pack funk-stuffed

rucksacks into boats of dope(d) diction.

Fuck Friday. Yes, you, Freya. Be fazed.