EVEN THE WORKMEN KNEW THIS WAS A BIRD

sawing blue jays
gods who drip advertisements
their camel guru

the endless accoutrement inside a worrier
air detects
somebody seizes alarm clocks fulminating vacuum cleaner
it was that tendency, raining
inside squealing
an inheritance of pressure
we were madrassahs winked early citing
tomas to thunder
lamb, sweating apathy
stop there
pink porn
toes will stretch
it does not lick
noodle will be disagreeing
waving granola
heal school
peeping rana