down with a case of the ripples
[velvet of ambushes]
Sealed to a dystopian manger,
serving a shelterless probation for trespassing thresholds;
I chased the violet in glow worms,
but got caught up in the stint of flaming thyroids charged with motherless sandcastles.
Now i kneel before a reign of broken coils,
high on the reek of conch shell whisperers (all tripped up on pirate harmonicas).
I no longer weep but swell.
