Drawals

If I made a snake out of tire treads
for your family tree, would you hear
some trance music in the well water.

I propose the dance remix be able to
thump-a-thump, make a can of biscuit
water raise to the snail of supermen.

If I made a trail to weep to,
could a soda can come too with hair
and bread like swan’s milk?

These tasty beads of television hope
are squandered to the burger flavored
heaven with karate chop bravado

Ninja tuxedo and constrictors grow
loose around the waist, grow wobbly.