response to a poet troll

i find this edgy. the optimum
investment in word, maturing in division
and excitement, crimson and red.
a weathered sportsman knows
the time wet moss is flirtatious,
desperation fragrant.

this is the time of Ulysses
his run on the waters.
fish,
living fish
worthy of the line,
fight him this hour. fish
strutting struggle, those
a danger to the net.

thursday

morning swears it'll be different
a silver pen is found, woman
with cell phone passes

a spectacular restaurant
closes for renovations, my phone
buzzes the owner's home

the food court sign says indian
white men eat in sorrow
between 11 am and 2 pm

employees self-start,
yes but slack is often
hauled by contractors

an eight-year-old fakes sickness
vomit seals the deal
"why do men have a penis?"

a blawg

is a voice, everyone can hear
but no one hears
because everyone speaks

this universe is not to be explored.
a gawd set it aside for inlaws
and private functions,

the vacuum will swallow,
SETI will shoot blanks
between zombi eyes

a single degree of a sailor's compass
sends my voice toward a shoreless land.
drunken sailors stumble,

the Vatican beast will whiff
a keyword or two, lettered
agencies will light red,

in the aftermath, CNN will say
"he was a disturbed man, a lonely
man with paranoid tendencies",

animated screams will release
my circulatory system of cancer
and best of all, it's free, so no one will hear