I merely allow myself

the cloyshish confirmatory perturbance

that clubs injurious every man abhorred by

guilt. The czar falls on gases from home schooling

discipline. I'm pro-crustacean but anti-anatomy.

My splash presumes water, my crevice

presumes Dionysian imperatives blacksmith

to any rudimentary red shank. The incision

is made, the falconry is massive. I merely

allow myself the backscatter bartering

alliterate to paltry, syncopated psalms.