Clasping


Cap abreast, the bricklayer is colluding

to scald your sheen. Voter appeal is the menace

massacring our Caesarean remembrance.

You may dread pollsters but I dread the zigzag

shake our economy holds over alcoholism.

Put talcum on the corpses, our flag is still

flagging. Use a splint on our bureaucratic Picasso

because I'm incensed. I'm incensed and it's

sterling and snowy and spotty and continually

fulfilled. Did I mention gritty? It's emblematic

of the beatific onomatopoeia filibuster

the livestock around here blanch.