Sliced ham and pascal bone?
Oh yeah and spicy weight.
Trapped fingers singing alone in a junkyard
USA ditties sitting next to the neck
of the giraffe the white animal
the fuzzy wuzzy inanimate blog leaking
demands underwear.
Stare softly at your feet until you turn blue
and blur your kiwi eyeballs-
no rest for the wicked peeled off goodforit dance partner
won't be a long day
tick away, drums thump underground
and would you like to wake up at intervals, sir?
Nature is a podgy dwarf
waddling in excrement and expressing new music
a pile of white wax atop his vintage crown-
they rarely speak, the others.
Head slows down.
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