Zeus pulled his electric chair up to the table saw, clutched
his forklift, his jackknifed tractor trailer, and went to work
on a tectonic plate of angel hair & eggplant. Some serving!
Blasé, Ptolemy meh’d the meal, but still the clink of flutes.
What do you mean exactly scavenger hunt. The Pleiades!?
From her penthouse atop the W Hotel, Cassiopeia lovingly
spooned Ptolemy’s tapioca from outta Kalamazoo to feed
the ex-Kuala Lumpurians living in Tuscaloosa. When the
ex-Kuala Lumpurians wanted more, she downloaded onto
them videos of the cooking show, The Joys of Cassava. &
while Pegasus took Degas out for a hayride, he wondered,
with a faceful of asparagus, how come the comfort of soft
hot pretzels ain’t twisted into ampersands—& vice versa?