clad with meat
the roof stumbles, shitting
cross the head dimple
hack, caf, shot, munt
bean corner yr foot noose
rice the lung molt
I've obviously lolled about town
drawing out the soreness
drawing out the plans for the third largest
hat sac honey horde hot lolly boll holly
knolly rodlets playa feisty the rodlets
flex and dirty
the ditty
drool about the clown
paw out the snore
gnaw on the glans or turd largess
that flat money board snot lobby sot
holy clots may dice the stungnuts
dress the shitty
so pretty
It isn't a sandwich we want
but the third largest bell in the universe
to ride on the balcony when it dongs
packed in cotton
like a thumb
a fox's feet
are replaced by thumbs
a thumb's foot
is replaced by bell
but it is a hanger we wants
and the heard charger hell in the terse
pile baloney when it wrongs
sacked in blood
hike a clung
lox beet
or defaced by clung
clung's loot
defaced by smell
John M. Bennett & Lanny Quarles
Monday, October 20, 2008
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