Playing Field Filed Down Smooth

1/

morph my norm-bled
mumblety-peg my norm room
sugar-hedged by sweet swat drumsticks
lumens at stake as outtakes 

in miniature flotsam jet skis in the breeze 
of happenstance by staunch chance

2/

shore brooms voluminous tuned
laying off of various impediments 
at rectangular rest pasteurized 
hegemonized blistering along riverbeds 
and sea shine alerting to the spitters of neume bleed

where various paternity suits blister airwaves 

as we flee the Z-pak would-be solution 

once instamatic now pulsed a centimeter
from the thumb and fore-
finger to taste the rigamarole chased around 
im-posy gem lanes glutted with charming
weeds un-spliced have you any thread 

yes sir (squared) for the nonce 

3/

thus ensconce selves of your-n in bliss 

whispery as day shore melodious lore 

several meters away from the shore 

where snow snores back what sunlight retorts 

back to shoulder scarred from infancy 
on the right side half a chance 

to size the self into surroundings 

tiny pinkly near Nurse Molnar
and what would happen next 

reasons to love nurses more than skateboarding

more than trial and error along trails
at the behest of blazers let's start here
in the middle of the riddle plaid as wannabe silk