THE FIRST BALL OF BOOST
WAXED THE WALLET OF THE SPIRAL TOOTH

THE TWISTED THE PULLING LIKE TEETH A GRIN
I IMAGINED IT ALL EVEN THE GRIM

I FEEL AS THOUGH BEING TRICKED OR HAVING SELECTIVE MEMORY GOING BACK IN TIME TO PREVENT AND ENEMY

SEEING THEM SCALE WALKING ON THE ROADS AND SECRET SHALES

ROOF TOPS THEY WONDER
PLASTER THEY LY

UPON THE FIXTURES THE LAMPS AND HAY

NEEDLES FOR FORTUNE WASTED AWAY

CAMELS FOR CARBON
HOW SMALL THE NEEDLE

IS THE CAMEL SHRINKING OR AM I THE GREAT TEACHERR