Amok

Amok Now my spade is suctioned out, not my execrated bum rungs, the blonde coal glow of my latrine wrist, it is not my lattice licked by no one but you, stalled aphid in the, I dunno, snatch? hear the arse rays hay air yawn -- bent panties not in my presence, not in my striated diacritical

word-alveoli run amok

shakers these tiles one cue now dole the defocused edges of tracing affirmation stillborn underheavymetal river once by the skull held up now encountered by instrumentality run amok