The Folly Ball
Trotting blotter fraught with
clots, finding what other's sought.
Beet oven 53 degrees, deers out in
the blind, caught in flocks of golden grease, deep feudal slots, and creased
sheets. Dipped twice and dried just right.
So many tabs stuck in teeth, drums
as borders of loving and rubbing, plumbing the lightening righteous.
Four corks floored on shrill
shocked naughty crotch mouth foolery. Stomp drilling the muse, harming the
money's fork.
Bending vibes all the beastly way down,
forge grounded, tonal bleeding crests, wakes of the stress less, free the
blessed makers hominy.
Fragile as the whisper flaming,
crude and grudged, virtual peripheral; ethereal, tethered, scorn harness.
Tort world pinching at the nerve
ferry, dropped miraculous sub optimal cloak clothing, pulse moaning shouts
remainder echos: venerated vertebrae vernacular, spectacular spectrum syntax
masters, act as fasteners.
Binding the blight of lost lives
winding down, the alley folly encased as pathways forgotten, troll mastication
hewn in roasted trilobite epiphany.
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