After 7 lbs
Mfd at Ogden
The mailman was kidnapped
He dawdled
The deaf
With his beef
Of the blind
I took grief
From his couch
Where he lay
Little stains
His itinerant rhapsody
A ballad of self
He bribed what he saw
A tub of
Galore
He spilled conch like a saint
His finches were right
A bride's perfect wrench
Isn't the dosage
He is stunned over Warsaw
He perpetuates a cube
He gnaws the specifics
At times like a pier
Under fathoms of chicken
He seems like the pliers
At fourteen
He was all about boot
& article 5
Has sent him some nougats
The age of his Guinnessence
Precedes a balloon
He is upstaging Joe
His life in the boondocks
Has doused me in petrol
At night
He's a walrus
Named beautiful Warhol
Just a pitch
Of a kid
On Niles Rd
I connect up with 7s'
Strange little book
I am zinc in his bath
& blanker than butter
It matters to trigger it
His voice box
Will cost ya
Yr sweet mama's honey buns
The revolution, dearest
Speaks like an egg
He cooks it with Pam
His whiskey is wooden
A Cy Twombley of wooden
If he is a waffle
I sit down in my science
& find it all wrong
If I hold my own tongue
I am the six on his suitcase
He swills down a chub
Disbelief
Is everything, he sd
My own barbarous dumbbells
Answer a numbskull
I am something invented
Painted on hair
A dot com of spoken
He too was Worcestershire once
Where is my bold
Sickly shillelagh?
He batters up Orkney
His flapjacks are somnolence
Which sicken the data
I am both species
Pink as a one
Our commas have necks
At Tonkin Gulf News
Our verses are toffee
Sarcastic as
Who figured that out?
His revolver seems cold
As a bag holding air
Dear Prudence,
His cry is out
Rien ici
Ici rien, he cries
Yrs, the Androgyne
