Atop the turvy you tickle trilobites

qua majestic mariposa see-through self- 

absorption running for cover thus 

detracting from apparent compos mentis

amid thinning hair midair, undanced scansion

of dreamed new mansions you covet.

Just drive, mo'fo', pedal down for your life.

Grasp and capture some destination 

hiding your lust as you inch toward 

your few inches of reaching that 

hypothesized pinnacle that tip 

of the knife you must beware to clasp.