the planner asked for extra gluten on
His scones where'd my dream go wrong?
which spangled tattsworth produced these
melons with barcodes on? he wore his
petty grief like a set of jailor's keys –
meditating on a mcdonald's in the
fakelush park / fair'nough babies point at
ruinous wrens – the feat of standing on
your owntwo / it's all ducktape gloves and
glassbars to them / a basement pa
blows off trigger warnings at 180bpm /
a youthgroup pocket their fucks and shuffle
off for superfood / anannonymous unlocks their
plastic hanging basket in the fold clutching
at clocks awaiting the slogoftheseason,
rendering walls all dankn’dangerous with
pliered eyes and linished nails / ten two
clubs on the floundering floor /
the practically purple're wakened by the
knock of dull intelligence, carrying
pixels forthe resistance,
dizzyingly, sheepishly up to the loadingbay /
a ref's whistle peels a basement window / scales
the weight of liquid opinion / Burglars!
they're probably claiming furlough!
how's hamburg been this week?
have youtaken himup thelane, therecent? /
alongside someother incedents of hugo
elise and thepolice, the stuff was drippingdown
his cuffs / the children sing incircles a microdot a
microdot! as donk man's tellertabby lucks a pizza –
older and snider than archway dayl
lost to the eyebrows