thumpin a winking
it’s just the light staying flat the force case vacant w. rattle
just wave formation hit within hearing
light that sleeves all the wa
y up to sandbars there in the clock;
mannered flinging flock..
staying for the meeting?
flat out, i’m going for the avoiding
the thrower floor
nettled by the blasting cap grown out of crowdedness..
title crikets right here watching
blasting go by in the movie music.. my
hat was thrown into the ring long ago, no sorry that’s the square,
grown around but it goes around, and the yinyangs’re thundrin in the gorge &
the sleek comes
out into a seethe moment w. lacking whistlers;
of this i can be sure:
crowdedness breaks lemmings into animal snack ripples.....