Tapeworm Car
You made haste.
I, apparently,
am now in excess,
with many more
needs each day.
Number
Thoughts in frozen lakes.
A hotel’s missing sink.
Hay Moan
After they freak out Sweet Time Angie,
comely canned lobots waddle up to humans,
Hen Moss Lake’s leeward awful hour
shaking angry antics in ad lib oration
at Wanking Oven Heights.
“Zounds!” Toucan Dupree spews,
ever endowed with addled ergot,
exclaimed in spritely show.
“Hay moan, hook odd urge you?”
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