My selection

[Daniel England]

Please don't try to make sense of this. It's just for fun, especially the title. 

I've sent it copy and paste, and as an attachment, for your convenience. 

Back and Belly Drift    

 

A sixty-eleventh time,

there was a toll booth

who lived in the space

between lightning and cold.

 

She passed the day

tapping out 7/32 time,

scat singing 12 tone poems

passed down from pteradactyls.

 

A drunken caboose

heard the siren calls, crashed

through her toll gates, professing

true love, cruising

the backside of timeless.

 

 

Dan Reed England