29 Line waltzes with tangerine-mint dressy Time

29 for answer to the question of next prime from
twenty-three who got this far with nineteen others
making car plates inlaid with extra silver filling.

29 lines is not the aim of this piece no this piece
is more concerned with the ear-costumed icon of
theme parks and how much cocaine found its way
through the hair thicket of those nostrils without
scaring the children, perhaps confusing them.

29 and Grind.

14.5 and noodles with shrimp paste will not
attain loft perch of our namesake prime number
but a cast of thousands will arrange Levitated
Mass type boulders atop all the major pipelines
ahead of our dressy daytime theater in the arena...

performing very abbreviated works of Parks
and Sondheim with dialogue lifted from John
Wick films...yes...everyone is very angry.

Step in the Arena my friends with heritage, pres-
tige and a real slap in the lyrical head; cement
can attenuate a signal’s ability to penetrate if
steel is present...stealing our community aim...

...like 29 forms of handstands and 37 lists of
nouns broken into sub-lists by vowel sound
and then 41 stitches across the belly where that
damn randy Komodo Dragon danced with your
liver...5 pragmatic reasons why this poem
should never appear in collars and cuffs, purple
velvet, loafers. Why is it always the shoes?

29 guesses remain for you to tell me why I
wrote of noodles when yes it is true that I have
hunger but I trust that kimchi fried rice with
sausage is heading toward to my 14.5 stomachs;
I am the result of inter-species neckwear, socks
and blisteringly cold reproductions of sums.

Sean J Mahoney lives in Santa Ana, California with Dianne, her mother, 4 dogs, and 4 renters. He believes Judas a way better singer than Jesus and dark chocolate extraordinarily good for people.