Contemplating the spinning
composter of poetry production.
Open the hatch & toss in some Blade Runner
Hellboy Eliot Pound dada Grendel
memento mori with the rotting remnants
of several  musical medicine commercials,
Fight Clubs, used tissues, melon rind,
classic MTV 80’s flashbacks, and spin it
right round baby like a record baby right
round round round.

When exhausted, grab a cup
and fill from the spigot with compost tea.
Season with good verbs and existential angst.  

Drink, slowly. Savor.
Accept the fact that the dirt-stained photo
of Leonard Nimoy wearing hobbit ears belongs there.