Stephen Spielberg sits to sup
on soup surrounded by sizeable sweet
supplicant servants serving
spritzer and sausage to sweep
up the soup stains from stone
crockery.
Walt Whitman whines wistfully
of winter in Wyoming where wild
women wandered within warm
hallways.
Hulk Hogan huffs happily through
hot hampers of huskies howling
his homonym habitually
happening haltingly upon
Hull.
Dame Dench darts her dentures
down dastardly devils who
don’t dare dance despite
direct direction demanding
dark depths from
oceans.
These four folk fall frequently
together for frolicking
fun fully forming
a freakish formation for
fuck-knows what.