The Gnewt Reel Eases (and storts the oft)

prang my baubles

kif my riddles

sky

like detergent in a theorbone

gluey all-phanned and dour with imperial bliss

the herculean blob of human gloss

one thin nameless tree or dandelion

spreading winds for galapagos

connected at the head

some galaxy collapsed into superdense sperm sphere

with its own ecosystem of trumpets

aces

jokers

green jesters tidying up with special black stone scythes

their foolsboats of foolscaps in a sea of eyes

what is necessary mean does know?

doe's eyes

sun as whisper

thin optic whisper

the fullest subtle

intro physics

ideology zoom in

the vestigial arms of tyrannosaurs

money sun as whisper zoom in

the mouths of killer whales

a mask designed as a potent ancient weapon

spring-loaded jaws

coils of rope that thread through the sleeves of maille

some old german thinking about cannon balls

and then the whole meteorite of history

hung

a candelabra

the immense silence of holding its breath

and its explosion

into diamond salamanders carrying little jungles on their backs

the sad desert still subtle

brute bleak

but knowledge

nods

to the mask

that soft blue transparent petal riddle writtle writ for road

the engine rote atom rite

how many times it pause

to consume

time sit pause

confuse

heart divided by code

gott-coeur

and earth-art

bakelite obverse perverse descend

when light house snake among

the stromatolutes' come hither

weather vestibule

for experiments to render early protein

karl marx chuckling among the gypsies

that cloned the final program

once an inch worm mocked the

glacier enhanced panzer of formal care

foam is distant within

the great wall's circulating skin

golden mongol cocoon

to fall beneath the scowl pelf

of romance add any prefix

to mantic and beware

the grey sac of its tooth

grand tufa pipe organ cathedral

winking to its sidecar of incandescent coral

and edge the nose down

onto the shallow ice

for our game would keats a rooster tale

while the vast sled of its daze

careens into the starry tarpit

orchestra

voles creamy in their baby-like

chin hands

the fear of being now

worts a chewy rubber nipple