2.

2.

oh now will i run away

in my golden horned 

white porcelain sphere helmet 

approximation commotion while 

the hula jericho fish bubble daleks

follow me imploring 

with their golden rubber

scorpion tail pony tale

amendments of floral anemone

mudflap skirtlings which declare

molecularity is like

more of hawaii

when the sleepy eyes of dungeons

move these chicken footed snoopy pies

and predigested winnie the poohs

to somehow take phinciple augustus'

crab plate image from the old wooden matchstick

of claus oldenberg's rhinestone velvet elvis'

captain kangaroo tuxedo

embroidered face patches be damned!