One’s Head From Under The Horses

dense with the coats of the caramel umbrellas

a duck can see that erasable landscape crease

to soften a shipyard to total bread

count your only root

I’ll make you a bet it imputes a thread

melancholy Freesia eats in a crippled pendant

that’s how the moptops evicted Commissioner Gordon

the terror was only a dog at Falling Water

performing the sleight of redaction address

being crazy about verbena

in her suction cunts

that references nothing about your burial benefits

just wave to the front and the offenses become trances

it’s a special new circuitry to pop your pent up cataclysm

the day will come when we all die of a squib

the stores to keep my Mac to roll

in the dance hall of a molecular tick



the natives love to let you see them famished

and pertaining to a russet stream

Tim is now an immortal mall

speaking of velour hides

a long deep poke of stealth

Swiss at the liquor edge cornice

over the majority saloon

you cannot but sharpen that gloat

indexed in the natural trout

I fell in a field of success

Conning towers at grave depth

you can be Supersedeman on the USS Errant Mosque

do AM drive for the POW’s beneath

an arrow fell and became the root the gumdrop

that balls up the meteoric slam

or am I quibbling to the tabernacle?

have you met Eddie Bracken the hero of Iran?

car dealers and a flock of looping cracked bat singles

there’s your conspirator up in Alberta!

call this a craze you secular cufflink on toast

a Mafeking of the keyword gallows

if this emboldens you to count yourself warden

the church lite is now in beta

guileless as a lemon shill

deafened to shepherd the panther