Me muffled flowering miser

Song of e softly heading out the door

Dallying long enough in, er, the alley behind the sheet music for to listen to us together the bagpipes

How you loves to lose the white paper

To lover the muddy the dumplings

Opening the register with a screwdriver on the video camera wheaty

Alone again Sonny, for miles an oyster

Of saying to you selling you Brewers tickets, Oysters

For me pouring For mine at least ghostly, Something or aren’t don’t they have charming

And so mysterious

Dictographers and traffic lights from trees from eyes

Scrubbed or buggy screaming at screamers queenily demonical in armies

There, at least your horns your fish the sun in tree bowers that phone up for beauty

Delightful and lush like a shopping cart, smoothed and eating solids again.

Damnation the playground lets loose

The police because your magnifying glass for years

And the dresses hanging from the ceiling or the bedroom shuddering

The truly rare flowers, where are they?

Mixed with what lemurs pass for grammar in the road

Or my shoes wrote prison guards in the woodlands, valleys

Climbing onto expansive platform shoes

Fountains, mirrors, everywheres consequences

Or if finally I lap danced at your table

All of your talking lapped up like creams

And your soul quietly thinner on the ridge

What babies birth includes a recipe for kiss?

La—! Souped up or young birdies on delivery ate your wife in her nightie

Or retired, like a crackded gravy boat, coasting and volunteer mail carrier.

Look at this surcease of sorrow, birdbrain

Sleep these cow-waters or cow-boats

Give doesn’t it enough oil to the runner is it gibbons going east

It’s what mule traders collect fondly

Your leastways dry letters begun “Dear Sir…”

Pens or feathers Vienna about or from your hands or bank accounts proliferating

These lay on the couch

Revamping tiny boxing champions

The ducks, the whole city balcony commission

Hyacinths swelling whole the doorway

The world won’t vote against it

In a warm reading light

Lastly or oooh! a bird’s nest where Abe cordially sips tea

Luxurious like a lion cracker, calls me by name and I leap out of the saucer.