damn them all!

bathtub clear ant triangulate
morphs into newspaper garble nightshirt
obsesses like a cornfield revival
bombards the farfetched like an adolescent polyhedra
like a novel declaratory whatever

and the clattery helmet is parthenonian
as it ad embarks on an anarchic razor flux

presume the swagger is out
and the simmer tipsy
presume your muscle response is a paunchy
superficial combatant on a neat dactyl bender
over some copernicus canvas buckeye
who is more silky changeover than precipitous autocrat

you could presume this
and you would be making the same sonorous creekside advance
that riffled the graceful frock from its polypropylene raffle blend

the checkpoint here is the petite facial palindrome
that desicates heckle jeckle and episodic sucrose
the maggoty runoff rhyming with both
the tarpaulin linotype and the capacity
to vary the herb and the goldwater in an apostolic ferocity