Sunday Paper

Silly putty newsprint dissolving into play-dough powder.

Nothing more could airway through the intermittent solid pop

curtailing to the looney headline. 

Caught! Red handed invective.

Cavernous back and forth,

Following all the turbulent folly commotion of funny pages. 

Escape finessing the funnel of opulent dissolve.

Balancing the pendulum of wishing wear. 

Flat other worldly toy soldier. 

Quietly collecting surrenders.