Globule, the Prime Meridian

Home is where the harmonica is

manichean daydream

            toothpaste

the taste of wasted haste

               guys secretly named Max

flyover brownstone substrates

knobby backhoe rollers

doggone

knapsack

the song of rotten molars

grotesque until the eyeball

by then

       the cock’s complaint

semaphore

open door

the corkscrew (boo!)

air

plain