so do you blossom in Hermitage when you talk that sharp talk and do their lungs sing in unison from their cages mussed in chalk?
by not pointing fingers you still let arrows blow from a bow it's when archers stand on their toes to sneak into their moms' lingerie rows
audience of nodding heads. how do you sense the weight of a heat wave surging on you from a peachy descent to earth
evening date with a stranger tea you spilled on their sweater is lengthy but cold they all gently pretext close friend's birthday party here's a taxi driver waiting under the porch
the more I ask them more pasteboard they bring and hide behind a crescent
tonight I'll walk by my pet that's effaced by an old moon seeing me unmirrored in wide pupils of a wolf red formula but green answers