"Plopoem' (the dancing version) By Justynn Tyme

Dalikrab Day "Plopoem' (the dancing version)

In a hole,
inside a cave,
at the base of volcano
in the center of meteor crater
on the bottom of the Indian ocean
a thing of monolithic proportions stares
in dwarfs the gas giant Jupiter in the heavens
yet is smaller then hair clippings lodged in a pinwheel
a small orange porcupine paddles by silently chortling
full of rage, sage, drapes, crepes, and plates
the dalikrab lunges out the dimly lit butter
wildly splashing in asymmetrical algebra
art is made by excrement
it sits in a gallery
crustifyingly
expensive
thousands
pay to see
the dalikrab
scuttle
over
self-folding
propaganda
pamphlets
clipping out
every thrid word
replacing with a nibblet of cheese
and then rockets through the sky
back to the sea
back to the holes
content
curling the
horse hair mustache
laughing at anti-matters