SLIGHTLY GROWN-UP AND ITCHY
Slightly grown-up and itchy these testimonies
are gathered, stopped drools smothered—
lax audience deemed unnecessary at this
olfactory miscarriage. Upended sketches evade
late gropes fashioned from postal slogans
the skyline took caress of, a bent dazzle had.
In the moron the platitude gave up.
Respecting that isn't hard. I'd cream
permissible retail, ministry airship belch
unavailable, so a smut try to fix on.
My Masts Are Made of Lightning; Your Ship Is Made of Waves Press - Traveling around Santa Fe this weekend. Road hair: Today I went to a flea market and held some fossilized clams; to see the St. John's College campus; and ...
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