"i like thanksgiving
"because everything is my mother"
my brother and i
wear matching watchers
acting soccer to procure succor
in other words:
"our luscious foxes are luces"
they're blocking wrong kings
from "out-flogging our holy mole ease"
and so smug shuggy lost this fight
we're not even in that field
we moved right into the white wife
she's got loose sight
her flights rise
even her lost light
gives us a great soothe-smile
i let her roots borrow my water
while rows of birds sing us a daughter
this one's a long-eared china girl
like all red'n shiny children are
she can hear the calm unions
'elle communes avec les bonnes pinions'
and still her steely-sealed will's hung long
like her mono-mamma's haunting trunk
her spunk's the corny key
we cornea-copulate and there's the corona