study 146 : if you flaunt it, gut it

if it goes

a semilunar   to flatten there

declension out so     that guitar tech

will tune you into non long belief    slap hang

so you go   driving at maybe a nothing style

flip down yer cord rip changes to

that super group at the horizon i see to lank maybe

or slow tilt it goes to

a Freudian rejection slip

there to a summing-up

OK i’m,    gilt to a tee     you ain’t even thunk

rain a starer

uniformed consent is to

con man mingle

half pint to my lie a mass acre

sluices,

here you go, into

hammerless revolver

it might be

give it a good rethink

i’m tryin’ to give ya something

a slapping new focus

to blur

or

the mind might even start

at any momet

to imply