Virgil

Today at work
I considered fashioning basil and rancid rotini
into Avalon and torching it;
a truly definitive Bunson Bonanza.
Harmonious and beneath customers,
I'd place my nails under the inferno's
light and determine what dirt that I've
acquired is feasible. For I believe
that the nasty kind is that acquired by
accident, and the refreshing variety is
that which is required by action.
Narrative actions self contain my skin,
stabilizing my mock ebola and
frightening masses delighted by freshness
and din.

And the imaginary fire I made
cost me
more than I make in a year.