sordid sonnet 15

it’s a monkey behind the gunfire;
such a lively light, 
i’m unarmed for war (jitter-fight);
shed, gain-fur! ....
always gross fear
out where the vortex may bite ...
might (could, should) makes write—
tradin’ @ the gear-fair

dream-lit sez an early line
demeanor: finicky with cackle,
alwasy changing lane
like, flying with the grackle ..
object of affectionate loan;
hush line: pretextual

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