Kramer's Clone Dance by C.R. Patton Jr. with Rev. C. Reynolds Simply outrageous, malicious, delicious; Contagious, insidious, strikingly hideous; Reticence, malevolence, excess and guile, Stepping strange steps with an elegant style. Plot lines from nothing, a fortunate fact; Neighborly nuisance, a little bit cracked; Times a trip in a doorjamb; spawns quite a craze, Gyrates a meltdown to set me ablaze. Roiling and foiling, fumbling no fools, Bumbling and boiling, basking in pools; Righteous, fastidious, speeding from funk, Delirious, derisive, freaked-out with spunk. Fur-balls and cat-tails, tribulations and trials, Test tubes, glass dishes and pyrexite vials; Thorax and abdomen, near-fatal spills, hypodermic heroics, spinout eclectic thrills. Boiling and toiling, hammering with tools, Rumbling and roiling, backstroking in pools; Righteous, erectus, feeling the funk, Delirium, derision; freaky-frack spunk. Muscular mania, heartfelt and svelte, Doubled-up tripling, rain-dripping pelt, With towering hats a-steeping in vats; Too tall for his shoes and shooing out cats. Fortunate foul-ups, Sweetie Cups' dad; Never a ninny, numchuck or gnad; Kneading a need, flat on your back, Selling a dream in a tattered old pack. Roiling and coiling, snaking through schools, Tumbling and toiling on snicky-snack stools; Egregious, rigideous, feeling the funks, Striking and standing, posing as punks. Pack rat afloat, up in the air, Hacky sack tote, do not despair; Hoitus, coitus, all out of breath, Hulbus, bulbous, staving off death. Roiling and toiling, fumbling no fools, Bumbling and boiling, basking in pools; Righteous, fastidious, spent from the funk, Depleted, diminished, fading: ker-plunk. (Fall, 2002)