should know better

toes in the hill
don't know better
creamed pork or lamb
a dead shoe or two
raid the gutter
three fleece high and twice as long
cream inside weren't happy
a truck ran over its golden fleece
jason had a cry but it was over
time told another tale
left in forgone conclusions
anthill and a waist
corners fold over bottoms
blind flight overhead
bees reverse without eyes
snowboards overflow
floored between two leeches and a pie
i don't know why
those lathers bother
take it out to drown
might as well
the toothpaste is empty
the shotgun fly
captures the news and splits
no division, the apple wry
tubes and flounders
waiting for release but no good
get some toes and squeeze
no need to let the lamb out
there's no squalor
just a sad hole
an octopus tale
and the will to know better

denis streeter 8/17/20