Tumble, the SLEGAN spills
Longer licks on our butter-necks
shuttering except itself lips crawl
our shaved
buy of a grocer
hullen you an appreciates
a Family of nine
quickly and has begged
crooked pinky
of the chap
on your neck
narrow
sneezes
an is suitable
a belch
twisting and burps
on our narrow back
wan becomes your color
awake in the city
nice strong leader
has mottled we with tepid coffee
has mixed with dirty matter
or our own invention
I could not eat your beans
or beverage your sour urine
has stings to the heart
has starts with sunny tears
of tail-years
sends back to your vomit
in storm of wind
stretches this span
I have asked him
if he ever we see had laughter
Lives on high
under the leather
Backs to the flowers
behind each plant.
Longer licks on our butter-necks
shuttering except itself lips crawl
our shaved
buy of a grocer
hullen you an appreciates
a Family of nine
quickly and has begged
crooked pinky
of the chap
on your neck
narrow
sneezes
an is suitable
a belch
twisting and burps
on our narrow back
wan becomes your color
awake in the city
nice strong leader
has mottled we with tepid coffee
has mixed with dirty matter
or our own invention
