long hour of daydreaming.
the perp of poetry is sitting
in the theatre rereading a
charcoal out of the sky.
we cannot solve it anymore
due to a lack of eyewash.
this during an elm intermission.
world is word wail tree is over.
what flukes. it is yet possible
to punch my neck into account.
please take a book. room it
under some chalk. tell the
audience to go bi. grant
a mission. be all ginger
boils and goils.
