POETRY
      John Latta ... 'Diffuse'

Diffuse with boyish grandiosity, you
Imp up a rhyme by
Flummoxing, half fire, half screed.
In Comedy, y’r little Selves
You meet, spliff city shakedown
In frail style, puco rimbomba
With lazy fury: the zephyr’s
Back brimming with good weather.
As the voice in’th’ flowers
Ice-tines the fortissimo of
That singer, so divinity is
Unveil’d in psittacine bark and
Chatter. You cracker. You Polly.
Yon harangue is a right
Fell industry, and bland happiness
Batters at a severed tongue.