Mickle Street

I’m queer for nouns or verbs that end in -ickle,

For bouncy trampolines, for trust and bluff.

We’re told by those downtown that La Morbid’s dull

Renouncing didn’t rustle up enough

Bling to dazzle more than a few of them.

Turn on a dime, a channel. Those we flip

Ring truer than the frilly stratagem

Fern bars used to unfurl, and we know zip

About karate or brass knucks. To battle

The meltdown blues, lay out your Cups and Swords.

Don’t doubt the Duke will hop down from the saddle,

His belt slung low. Check out the storyboards:

Next year he trades his roan for a motorcycle.