Let alone
playing on spit on a spindle
Fuddled and
weighed I've grabbed the single
Ancient pyroplasts
each curved kindle
He had it in the
horse’s mouth
Cataleptic cinder
blocks
Match striking
butter moths
Branch eating
thunder cocks
What’s worse
than the middle?
Practicing
preach things
Savory slippery wings
Distant homosexual
break ups and special drinks
Slanted satisfactory
in ovarian plastic mall
Eating tinderwings
Too much he
thinks
Carob vacuumian
paper rolls
Speed’s naming
in liability tolls
Stealing Buick’s
in nostril ice cream cones
Words feeling
like funny tones.
