4 from Wander Rooms 
Michael Sikkema
 

4 from Wander Rooms

Mouth this dollar
store euphoria

into your fur cup?
Or tally the human to

rat ratio, right
this minute. Now,

this one. The trailer
park earth mysteries

are earth mysteries
without taxi cabs.

They mean that some
feral readymade is

coming straight at us.

     ______

Some feral
readymade is coming

straight at us.
What don’t we aim

at night? Prosthetic
dawn hand-held

and overhead, we’re
asked to imagine

a brighter life next
to this one. You’d think

we’d think by now. We
buy and we buy

and we buy now.

     ______

Interbirth
includes the SA-2 RE

surface to air missile.
Meaning puppet enough

in the thought
house, it turns in

everything’s already
something else.

A sort of beef/oil trance
or a broth

of gala brain cramps.
Hope would now

like to introduce
the newest animals

with the best chances.

     ______

To reattach
the top brain

to surround,
I seek: OOOOO

[as in childlike
interest] or

a clutch
of leather eggs.

Thusem splang
this retreant gallor

into a fifteen part
garbage aria: enh, enh,

enh, enh, enh,
enh, enh. enh, enh,

enh, enh, enh, enh,
enh, enh.