Rapt Ropt
John M. Bennett

     

my boiled shoe my plunder
gate rolled a head fries
deeper than my "skull" fou
ntain slake twister in the
caulking hole my oil flew
in my slumbered bread my
change of size gassed or loc
ked .busty pencils ,stroll a
pore dock ,cake right thro
ugh and plate a sea t
remor o the age of fog an
,loot cuddled in my p age

//   Advance   //