Not Lick Her House

1.
Inside of enormous dentures,
accidental rooms shaped falling


(long shot) vardy gras.
aught-tradition. Jacques Callot


Harnessing the massive Mangalarga,
the reign's last days.


Sweet Curry? By then in bondage
to the utter shim, it gets taped~


2.
The tender young thing
fitted to pert geometries.


I saw him in the diner.
My Gibassier. Lord Greystroke.


Seeing Brahman. Sage of Silence.
Minicipal Bond agency drifting.


They plead in unmistable overtones
for a warmer, lower humanity.


3.
A person I once knew. 3 Mulberries
on Desdemona's handkerchief.


Coffee takes to squatting
like an arab, as they say.


Eyebrows long, and
entering its vortex...


each aqueous plateau I'd
ascend, the whole assemblage


4.
c-o-lla-psing