Encomium Then Copium

If a shadow braces for an immortal 
Soul retributing some hazy prior
Or other wardrobing event French windows
Let's call them what they whim forth
Froth to the bevvy of handles handled 
Shibboleths painted on tissues yellowed 
Further yellowing wings 

Have you ever been carded at a flashpoint
in arrears while facing down shibboleths 

Iterative toenail moon beauty 
wheeled acorns wild rustling trouble
stone single closing final
beautiful at that assertive morning thump
flannel number wildlife trucked in 
on cue locked least land 

Denouement although not really
honey butter fusion dubious Dubai 
not plague made snug why not match
these precast aspirants perspiring lack
of perspicacity bounced and bristling brawn
vee neck postcard sputtering against 
The windshield shielding 
Them flowers sure could kiss I mused
Not Tarreytons baby not Camels
Not Indian Spirit right now I'm sipping
Oat milk with black tea by the way
What are you doing when you are not 
Loafing post-dressage who are you again
Slant chime icicles the ocean's rise
Impendable as wallflow purchase when you must
All I did was purchase this tidy thing
And now we're married though I never
Noticed or agreed

The wrecking ball in thrall frisson-ward
a Purina kind of a thing






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