Good Practice Poem by Saul McCandless

Nothing
Not much
Molecular fantastico
Labels the mundane diary day

My cattle are humble
Though my calls are crowned
In nights of sulphur and orbs
Saturdays are a journey, itself

To there and back eight times
For the ability to dance
Like a rodent coasting, forth
Cast nay a stone, I tell you

That breaks a frown
Or wears a dress, messing up
For any judges sake
To quiz unholy spirits on what is...

...good practice.