Marionette claws caged lava labels street
Streaks meal bantered locking brought
Mojo morph beneath pushing boot mock
Valium conniption subscription dubious
Roof clues fools Suess muse booze move
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Toodaloo
Mutant crazy bulbous crawl space cringe
Mere lacking monopolies waffled huge
Om luster sheen moods cubes rude nude
Onomatopoeia opal mustard reality into
Rinkydink caliber mileage never rendered
Very
Goodness even strangle hunch carried
Hell heavy loud tingle morose very molly
Veer stick mean rabble Hubble babble bib
Return into calliope realty stag horn clue
Mark hurl barrel near narrow inebriated
Be Now
Compare stare rude conclude scream not
Prevent exclude run push give don’t but
Devil bring stall manger star gift bless
Peace love forgiveness sacrifice resurrect
Understand meaning together heaven be
Time
Pop
Morbid pizza molecules orbited longing
Tubular toward barbiturates coughing but
Level ability tucked dubious deadly party
Tablets farmhand venerable yearly pop
Topped volleyball greens cockle rudder
The Flow
A cage.
A blown out tire.
A rusty knife.
Vines tangling to a tree.
A slamming door.
A rainstorm at the beach.
A dark room.
A hand slapping the face,
Covering the mouth,
Holding up in front of the eyes.
A locked chest.
Moving crowds on a street corner.
An owl coming to perch above a mouse.
A blood curdling scream.
An empty house.
A calling from an ocean cliff.
A burst of light from behind a cloud.
A soft touch on the lips.
A cool breeze on a Fall afternoon,
Blowing red, orange and yellow leaves
From trees on a hill,
Next to a winding country road,
Approaching a small bridge,
Above a rocky creek,
With cold water rushing along
A constant path,
The rhythm of nature.
Breathing in,
Then out.
Bones
Blown youth strife tin venom sticklers bi
Into beneath rancor stupid benevolence
Strike banter entangle enter rifle reach
Knuckles bowled vocal Netherlands tools
Macular gnu beautiful rolls hungry bones
A Rainy Day
Smooth Oparaytah
Zeal for your Ford has consumed me.
I lay in the sun all day, my skin burns.
I want to be the best I can be, but I’m not
A soldier in the army, so can I be?
I like green eggs and ham. I am
The cat in the hat, Sam I am.
Would you like like some grits with that?
Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit!
Howdy, partner. Let’s dosie doe each
Other, watcha think? I’m just a smooth
Oparaytah. Smoooooth oparaytaaaaaah.
Well, let see. Are we sure our ducks are
In a row, out on the water, in the deep?
Stumbling along the sidewalk 