i burned the kennewick man and filled the old penny can and learned the hard way to correct my new plan.

when it rains it pores, but mine are infected from neglect and rejection and all out inflection. first syllable, seconds. power and prescience. i’m running for office in a hamster wheel caucus, and the president’s on the last plane to caracas. i’d like to thaw friezes with ice and sea breezes, but my elderly ward turns tricks into cheeses.

For the love of God, Montressor!

the far far away are far better to stay for the near become far too boring to lay. the rhyme’s the thing wherein i’ll catch the cold of the king. nobility’s for gases, not for the masses, and charity’s sweet when mixed with molasses. born to bed beauties with round firm booties.

and i never quite know when to quit.

ain’t no mountain like the one i got. mole hills and monkeys passed out on a cot. fire and goose down in the chill spring air. jack and jill in a worn easy chair. hide the salami? bitch, call me mommy.

and you’ll learn to lose all your hair.

home in a why, my world on a wire. sweet melons split open and left to expire. sleep is a lie, my heart the liar. dream roses the color of flash-frozen fire. ignorant sutures battle slight shattered futures.

and i will never be tall.

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