storm floating toward the spoon eye wreath of clouds crumbs scud inside your pocket labio sees, beach nor thought crud, lock et danse between your, stay and blow my while, clay feelers, nice 'n slick dock slants away thinks of sinking, face or mud Eye sinking clavo toward your dock shoe brims, taste my feelings snapping in the blow corner whistles ah danse 'n ducking! take a thought 'n wash blinked pocket oscillation through some clouds your cheek heaves spoon ejection, your still thigh storms forward off the boat John M. Bennett
