Pies and egg nog
Sitting in the fridge
Shapes at the window, what is a frog?
In a blender when a zebra has seen our cursing's religion?

Christ to remember...
The talking and the stone sore, Micheal?
Still thrown to old, the irony of sense in love, verve?
Distant doors of minds, as if the curiosity of a father will...

Time in the name of curious friends...
Sat in the living room, the trophy of discussion?
Told to be, and serve the notion, we made amends?
And the soul of avarice, that is ready in the kitchen?

Brat
Soldiers of fortune and the coming hope...
Seldom to ask, is a world to compare that?
Worth war is a labor to the first, time we mention cope...

Songs on the radio, savagery in a privacy's bottle
Waiting for you, when bells and whistles, make eyes
Long tastes in avid season's and Daniel from the bible, silly
The choice of a babyishness, with a reaching day, that has guided:

Here's the church, and adages law revering a sown
Sentiment in a row, the clash of forces, jewelry?
Here's the people, with a remorse, to show a poem?
Aspiration, and the truth in a cold stare, to devilry...

Here's the heaven, hindrance and given time
So jealous a wish, drifting to moments of youth...
Here's the iconic phone, with every fear in a row, sent with spite
To a window with no name, except the one I gave, Ruth