To tether a coward's heart requires landscaping merit
Gut a root by its throat and choke a fluke out its inheritance,
Backwards benovolent,
Dirt head settlement,
Spent a night in Kemper's garden and woke as a vingered asparagus,
Salty tongue, moldy lungs,
Casper with a fleshy tone,
Let's take the train to the dreg alley where my misery moans,
Or sell that ticket for a minute with my low alchemy spirit,
And hear these paper-mache grenades explode into confetti sentences,
My juxtaposition's missing,
She took the easy way out,
So I'm a broken puzzle framing my existence by the crack in this couch