Pomp Eruption Payday
Sold
to pilfered soup, greedy kitchenette police in Crooked Limb of borough boxcar
billy clubs and bayonets on bayou bivouac from diurnal digitalis drop deftly
into twins of timid wise guy grunge and dappled thighs of dish-toed dancing
Queeg.
Offshore
breath replays in silent mint infusion bier from ballyhooed decay to doffed
detrital helipads in copulation rites, stoned desperately by nary huff a
mullioned crowd-cheer-pleasing pomp eruption payday scrawny cola can of cold
coniferous sarcophagi briquettes.
Yes,
eyes snow tare hiss hallways grooming snuff savory man’s lonesome hard fair
chest an altered galleon of compunction, rationed bide a touchstone sandbar
fuel decree.
To giblets
of imperiled charity and chastity hound faith hand hope sounds freely blond
frivolity in frolic beach bomb lover tours of solitary Tie, Howayan,
Osteopithical Sauce Trailian Parrier Grief.
Pultipupipular
Arftipili quodenturon hop chairingson
proctilian scepter prawn smelter blon
tumica ranabule isticle premulon wobble,
scim tortuon gorfle of gobblerquen
intermistular hepti pharangumon orally
somesquatch pendicular oscil.
Entriforn grupunert mephtioc
orsiam in pultipupipular sortie seas,
morphing into preparatory crenelations
of high quease torpedo trance scarabs
on motu barricade inference of hefty
preferential yacht coulisse.
In Zeroed Time
A
question burbles, blown from whales bequeathed to steepest waves of bygone lust
and bony-fingered histories in fully phlegmatic musculature.
I
stare at dockside clock hand sweep till analog converts to pixelated digital
delay, all ones in zeroed time, and instantly believe in reified sensations
tunneled into furrowed prows of tugboat terminology and terminus of waves
collapsed in floating diatribe of longer shoreline manacles, Manichean
mucilage, and concubinal concupiscence.
Chiding
goal seekers chill refurbished benefactors to the bona fide munificence of all
multicolored astigmatic birefringent semicolons of fierce lobotic wanderings.
Pentagons
spin down to callow cotton daydreams, flossing mottled hawks with musical
cashews, clipped to periodic placemat stains beneath an elbowed crust of
burnished brakepad bread, lined with silicates of syndicated kettle fusion
shoes.
I
lurch from island filibuster pleas to curbside lounge elopement chair to lopped
sty scrolling forgery of blockage credo confidence, wondering why headaches cut
me off at past pastoral parlor gamut cul-de-sac corrosion.
Just
gimme that gimcrack gumball, garrulous governor gone guffawing to Gallipoli or
titled teary-sighed Galapagos, siphoning gaslight casket creaks from pending
walrus paperweight machine.
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