roseant kluse

(the butter in vernaculars)

the bench were a carved
whole wood
an old woman laid all the way back
in her rocking chair
the wheeling eyebrowns lengthened
at the skids to perform their elastic sense
and give stability over the impromptu tripod nature
namely the two eyebrown skids and her hard carved
wooden hair bun column
and with her pointy boots kicked up in the air
it were no problem to make the heels smoking pipes
and they both smoked freely at the terminus

what use?
what use.
the trick i skidded on there was simple;
her hands were enormous and rotated
and would hold even a large man's buns
and that is the roseant kluse
but usually no man is present
no one is there in fact

usually
there is only an insectoid gargoyle
perched quietly on her foreheed

we're quiet wood
in the tuned noise

that is we
our knows
and all of it sits
so very still
the elastic is turned over
hard and fast
and still
and even the drunken eyebrowns
that specific loot
what lout knows call

still
it is
in the bravo's numbered nib


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