Raft Across the Monsters of Tomorrow

Collect them all—calendrical
Pluralisms, alleyway dads,
Lords of irony, scare-foxes—

Not for mere comprehensiveness
But in hopes of comprehension,
Something you’re searching for in them.

Every odd phrase is a protein,
A tangle, binding or cleaving
Molecular information,

But there’s something beyond function.
You’re looking for some way you can
Invest lust for meanings in them,

Turn them into hemoglobins,
Use them to ferry oxygen,
Unknown future equivalents.