well at the rumpus rolled
round, an eight ball in
an empty pocket, sunk as
what sought what lit its
bald *** for tat.
stalled in a shade's fine shave.
eclipsed by that slipped curve
comely as what pushed shove,
hope found its private animal.
tried its belly in a perfectly
fit laugh...smiley as jelly in
jabby color.
a placenta's snappy reel to
reel: dicey, crazy, dreamy.