a poem in the style of e.e. cummings

waste crunch & heat
ragged jet(s-am) floating
in bath water, flotsam jets
drawn
three days old, trav(e)ai-l
ing up and down
mountain mooning
noon rain around
edgy drinks of tap
water real-ism
fire (s)pit in blue bottle antique
down
ward dog stumbles off bed
wadded lumps
sitting yogis
cursing chanting every think
of nothingness…