won’t we what we when we
could have made
a wilder world with nothing
but a wet noodle of my dearest
friends, the sabers rattled like icicles
in the end of time and all the cold weather coming
down. Tell me the serious blow, lend me the proprioception
you always had in you but never exposed. I’d speak softly, I’d
teach you the differences of the put it in. Have you
got a weapon to tilt the wet smithee.
Tip it back and glugluglug, all
Options, all onions, a union
all to bring us
finally
together
