Auto-drip scars lightning, trapper peaked with moon leak, shadow field
up against long, drawn-out meadow greens, golden oak, fury of live prey
on cannibal drone-fire, dust bomb, burden load of chrome, meat sticks
out of coal, grill waste, barbarian moss, the colloquial charm of minions
out of this melange, the grass future, solid flight commode, icicle drops.
Stuck in the middle finger of germs, the hollowed tree, carved canoe end
they lick the flicker, dominion, follicles of lamb's bread butter on pickle
the toast of marriage swell, catered alligator and octopus pate, crumbs.
How's about the fish sticks, the form, the food source, the arboreal apes.
And the belligerent nemesis of second language, the cat nap stirrups, all.
Gone from plantation puns, linen threads, cheap equilibrium, Hoffa pops
on the train, the el, the sub, the condom wrapper, the spilt jug of poplar.
Rhine wine from the bottle, meatloaf and cornfield proper, caregivers
changes with the star chart, the zodiac ritual of falling far apart, what point
at what moment kills the sound, the drowning boat, the choked fish split
and the provisional terror, sailor sight, love the brush, the bush, the weird.
The bawdy cackles of Sylvia's pig-grunt and mule-bray lasting through the night.
Fuck me while my head is in the oven, from behind this spaceship taking flight.
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