Golly, wag and scold.

I’m favoring a chest pump.

Felt a stormy gathering waffle a temple state.

Gallant meditation could set any

crooked wire straight

in its stead.

Gurus in season, but only in season:

a wickering skylark at the brook

can crumble, only briney.

Liver and crook, you dazzle with a cane I drew.

Click and limp and click again—

it’s more than syncopation

that sets my ears to their covetous burn.

A suddenly bursting season leaves some thaw

or bristle, freeze sat under

the bend, my lord—

Vanquish a julie death.

Venture nods at the appeal of scarborough.

Lazer tongues, the feat defied.

I admire any gnaw at the chain.

Losing

Rhythm

pieces by

pieces, yet

I’m smirking you golden,

with lafayette bubbling through gums.

Phantom lady does a

soulful-solemn dance—

you remember the growth of sassafras. Very simply,

more and                           more raw.

Javelin to court today, javelin to court.

my my mercy me, my lor’, my my mercy me :

Jekyll, kiss Hyde on a rock-beach,

your demeanor flailing.

I sat upon a giggly plum,

just to catch a graver.

Repeat loop loop and a token to spare:

I love you, over & over.