shadow blundered coffee
rock on a stick
sugar broiled lye
second night out
temperature nigh high
Seattle prime
these are sensitive times
broiled lobster doing nothing
sits with the fries
wandering corpus christie
where lampshades go and hide
aminals reverses letters
shadows in line only in mind
they're not too quick
the brown fox jumpy
not the type stuff
centers in yoga land
where landmines bloom and fall
where ties quicken their steps
over quick brown leaves and curbside pines
there's far too many words
piebald
look both ways when behind
such a bother
it's safe sex in a halter
why's it got to be so bad
the cream pudding so dry
i'd ask the falters
but i don't know why
denis streeter 8/5/18
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