mare-E X-miss

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