mawla good clue

sheets of the wax kotan
hopping and hopping and
twirling the lay-lay
chow junkies running color
across the oob oboe 420 nebula
there is no thick black line
but the odor of a forest
as its foam replaces your
head linger lay lay hopping
to kotan the one arm pelt eye
channel peri-mediums pat
what anvil stays their ornament
what ornament cowbirds
in the anvil stays
crisp sheets where their noctuidae
touched between an owl and bee
before the stylus of the general head
had ramped its flange pons finger gaucho
the divan where the fetus
of stacking saucers snores
all polish all ramp dud
glazed by hearing and its tripe bee'd
entrail faces
the masters step out from behind
the neutral lift kit of each shadow string
the blur of knots regulating
the annoying mutant cowbells
wax hanging for ragdoll cluster
sheet hopping and hopping
in the corner of its mouth clay
these feast lines despise
only with difficulty
now the last animal's heart
is sliced silently and opened
like a book