If you see me die,
don't wonder much, for deep death
is mine by nature.




The big argument
had been in terms of pleasure
hemmed in by large blimps.

Under spacious trees,
we witness those debacles
that portend pruning.

Collusion I loathe
each moment of all winters
typically bright green.

Our dogs chase our cats
as if the finest pastimes
need not prove beastly.

if you see me limp
do not wonder because my
leg is often pulled.

"I'm in the pinkish"
intoned the youngish woman
as she turned scarlet.

That season called "fall"
invites preferences rife
with local bright hues.

I have decided
against ever electing
to seem devoted.

Nigh broken-hearted,
the main potentate scrambled
toward fine examples.

I feel very blue
Said the elderly woman
Dye bottle empty

In terms that matter
we sentence our finest speech
to minor glamour.

Among animals
rabbits and most lizards vie
for basic briskness.

Inspired by beauty,
we remain happy young beasts
who choose no drooping.

Beyond your anger
thrive many armaments poised
to hinder motion.

Placed under arrest,
I yanked out thirty cell phones,
and I praised prison.

Some birds in bushes
may handily chant anthems
that laud politics.

a family tree
has several branches but
it cannot be climbed.

A woman in tights
once had the grace to slack off
as she faced music.

a girl in training
put her suitcase on the train
on the main trunk line

In keeping with truth,
yon beautiful young woman
scolded her lover.

Eying her beauty,
my vision began to know
she was my floozy.

Any new photo
perhaps depicts bits of truth
in search of snapping.

Pleasant memories
conquered our main computing
and softened some disks.

Along with mere whey,
something cheesier occurred
in every cottage.

In our kitchens thrive
many dreams fully intent
on camp recipes.

Among us persist
notions that suggest a yen
for potent money.

She hailed from a town
(merely a hamlet) where love
seemed practiced, then bleached.

He seemed glad to meet
the woman he almost guessed
would bring his next strife.

Fraught with huge mistakes,
my life should now lean fatly
toward selfish reproof.

Hiddden beneath dreams,
our many fresh urges probe
in search of starkness.

Our hot, hot summers
along with our chill winters
have iced our danders.

Your summons court love
implying rackets that net
large flops worlds cherish.

Humongously deceased,
we plan to throw big parties
highly skeletal.