for the credit
your face made
heat up the
helical roll yet
blurring exit
as dry and shimmering,
at the same time
throw off
the stable end-product
the sound
of care annulled
ear pain, by making
the mouth
best in the
unstopping 2,000 hertz,
the dream is teflon,
yet we must extend
past to gain way
unblocked in rotation,
so still at offer
the living day
gets bipolar
at the feeble joy
of impaired attention,
in the slow
gap it serves
through glass
under waste
well before time
is no choice but
massively discarded
air waiting
corrodes throat and
our clock
is lost as
day presses
the cunning out,
what could be said
hangs off what
you can get
