hurl bash bang the calendar hangs its night pregnant
oafs carry wheels from Brazil to forest cowboys
merging their pregnant teeth this has been its suction cup
come to show its telling rescue by her eyes the lady of lamps
decrees shade and the higher rent pays cotton
dresses her gurgling stock by nylons imported to her Guinevere assault
she tables trucks miracle its wastrel cannon imploding off ears she
cannot figure knight boarding coaches adding ways to the Coupole
we sit its air a camping yawn
