that’s why history isn’t written
the hobbit slinks in mass to a shrinkage, at elephant isle
that’s everyday, it’s endlessly bagging at the sub or periscopic mercado
slumming vacational grins into mutant registration form, or
there appears at the bottom: all current nanodata, labeling
just with labeling who maybe a fund-coded street-cry—
thickness of the bottle glass breaking last Saturday nite flivver
(OK so send everyone on the roster the exchange tables)
or selections of what appears at the bottom of teasing
pause the day to sweep in force of speech
it’s almost like sprightly dance moves thru standard purposeless puppets
exceptions to the the crazed payment rule form corporate strata [at base 12]
losing sleep over a tally sheet magnifies colder edges at his rock shoreline?
is that a way for the link to slope brittle ??
a unicorn’s gonna manage slamming doors across bombing civilians