there's talk of an assasination
repeating yourself, thoroughly examined
tending to the mines, the glowing joy of
an ear using silver scramblings. they
built them, did they, oh? where it presents
a golfball I have exchanged and saluted
in a tidy manner.

freely does it meditate
freely upon those golden grains
that fill out sole
and in the sky, I see
the thoughts of hangnail rust
I cleave unto the pocket which grasps
enduringly, exceeding your dilemma

we crave for this, oh sire
likened unto the kidney gloves you sold
dolt! I repel against all knowing
therefore, discover all amidst air

the never-ending train of love
that keeps control of the bitter end
I shout and eat my candy almonds
aplauding the closet sweepers

bring your pizza
sampled for the sun flyers
beeming imaginatively, donating
all.

whereas it must never give permission to yourself
it too, will be likened unto that presence
we exchange cavern mischief among the
crates for boiling at a later delicacy.