hark! the Harold angles zing-
ing at a
faultline, flitting around like a stodgy or
riverine
overcast ..... do you hear what
i hear? sd. the spree killer to the
little lamb
... i think it’s a residuum of
doldrums, magnification @ the holiday sales
counter:
on crunchy
snow, bits of stars rap
on some
tightened surface
.. each
time-fragment spins over treetops
like a
tongue wag across blaze/bliss!
lash at the
clock with a dash it all sampling
euphoric’s
the high with a purple cloud in the sun
nite time is
the right to left movement time
if enuf
planes go moving thru yr air-space
to announce
a savor,
trump-lines
blaring!
good king
wins, a cell-less
call tells
you sledded polacks got smote, over,
on the
rocks,
if you got
married gentlemen,
let nothing
you dismiss or maybe
look to a
typing that trips & takes off
the early
bird wets the germ
or, in other
words,
haul the
decks with hows? off bally instances:
regifting slants
quaint as a yankee grifter swap:
all troll’d,
stockings get stuffed over
middle-timing:
halls are
filled w marks
& so the
signified gets cat nipped
or sometimes
napped, over to place
.... which a
$3,000 watch
notices,
from way back in black
& write,
ad &
vertiginous
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