October 28th, 2012
trump girl turned garrish
little litters of corruption drug through the ringer like a load of laundry
awakened once as the traditionalist; increased by the larger lear anthropologist
flares fly; turniped wasted upon the flower
greyed gently amongst the admirers
The wall weather speech-back: assumption by crazy method - ten cents worth of a Saturday - but such pictures of a rock has a spit to spoon...
And how she looks at me comes down to a flutter of the leaves now falling and coupled with sour weather
there’s enough ownership to last us the rest of the week, taxes paid.