CORBICULA

My flight muscles are irregular.
Bumble, fumble, sudden flare
of small lavender fireworks
sparkling down like misplaced ellipses...

My flight muscles are typewriter keys.
Some of the letters' suggestive shapes
honed into high relief by frenetic fingering;
shock absorbers worn to shreds.

My flight muscles are not exactly subtle.
A serrated curve that looked furry
became something sharp snagging a lip
in an incongruous direction, then spillage...

My flight muscles mix mold spores and cocoa nibs
into a fix for glottal constriction. Sudden tensed thighs
like mechanical pencils about to snap
off at the stems. Lead poisoning,

plumbago, drunk bees buzzing above
mutant fruit. A defective cherry bomb w/ glossy
candy-coated shell muting the fuse.
A tiny jawbreaker exits the follicle;

crash lands onto the page with poison sac pulsing...