immersion
is the best
bread
left unsaid
so
live with us retreat
go
down to the the the
inseminate
rancho gregario and pout
my
little demi-joy
until
I come for you
and
then and then and then
the
trouncing that I feel won't be contiguous
or
blanched
we'll
have our wheels
we'll
cart another one around
and
trees will sill across
our
minor drama
to
inflate it to the pinochle
with
someone driving we respect
for
not respecting us
