The
Shiver me tremblers
And decode the Oafs, the later damnable
Periscope gliders.
Then up, up & a weigh a ton
On it, sparkle-sparkle
Damnable olfactory.
The music of a violent death is much happiness
In crime, crimp, devoid
As inside the overhead compartment
Your tension straw slithers
As closer we cramp out shoulders.
I am driving on the ice, a thousand times
Spun with threads, catchy notes & song
Department officials trailing off
In the left hand lane, blinker-blinker
A flutter.
What do you mean? Asks the book.
This new undressing unveiled you. Spiraled
Notation, bank hammer
Smoothes the eggs into latent cups
Of disease, loose nostrils, tendrils in the outreach,
Search for the belligerent mother.
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