invent kings of the star cactus, sorry we munched without discretion, and feuded as bilge

for the hip bone of a river,

lost carriages in the mills and placed shaped rocks about the waffling stupidities

a grange, yet stolen vials of costs are dimming holier as ruthless and spittle,

a balance of tears and grapefruit

I stepped into the meadow without even knowing what the dam was thinking, alit and putrid,

dense and

sparkling with wilt,

stepping morning glories into the lost apartment, its own mountain was the thing that

placed it into a break, a slow incision towards colt limber,

a coarse infusion of lilacs and gold