Ink Snow Righteous Viv, Then Tavern Toted High For Pity

KUNST RABBIT
who planes the eutonic fashion

barkless green Kathedral of Vital Sassoon
hibby
hobby

if while strong lotus harp cascade
describe disturb disrobe

if blue steak
or blue amoeba
EUCELEPHONY

and in its air-sphere too pure
too hardened
by virtuality
that its inverse hotel economy
rummage in unromantic gilded livers
where regal talons
take to telephone poles

"Is there sausage underground?"

Where idyll paused like gryphsphinx
the lipsynch's

manky vex

wait. through Richter I spy a dull glass penumbral wing
connected by a subtle stair-like weld pretending to be a spilling
stare

pitiful
our platform
face out into blackness

bleep blepp peeyonk yonk
goodiyoin

do liquid spheres of sentient metal present their hands to shake?

Does KUNST RABBIT bake?

the alarum goes out for

INK SNOW!