THE FOURTH GREAT LAKE
"I love it here in bee effigies," yipped
Astro. The nets are golden in their sea.
"I piss upon the dehydrated cups."
Hands mar a certain fortitude. Some
liquors restore. In the band saw store
no one had too much to say.
A thistle in the beer, the flies are
out of work. There is no news in Deseret.
To respond requires a word on jewels.
Hands that have built the livery prone.
Hung in the scales with Hum With.
GREEN GRAPES ON FILM
The infant has an aftermath. Warm
clear
oil in the molasses cup.
Shellfish loaded, cocked for bear
take care great
blue.
The suffix sees Norfolk.
Smoke
goes sideways into "light and opacity."