A dog I'd encountered, say, twice
thrice bayed at the world's good advice,
which often would soften
each cough in a coffin
whose life shook three dice, then grew rice.

Our freedoms are like all the water
in which might persist son or daughter
as such mere, mere folk
might state some new joke
involving the splendors of slaughter.

Dame Eunice and I shared plum bagels
while handling an airbrush of Nagel's,
and Nagel walked by
while scoping my thigh,
a thing Eunice gladly bedraggles.

Some juices that flow and reflow
compel many worlds to form snow
whose thickness and denseness
are utter intenseness
compounding the depth of all woe.

Alliances often seem formed
to keep certain cities as warmed
as bees in a bonnet
entreating some sonnet
to be (and re-be) something stormed.

The shortest old day of the year
appears to have given a sneer
whose infinite beauty
precludes no real duty
that might not outdog how we veer.

A tricycle stands by the door
and nearly projects toward each floor
a sense of outshining
the wining and dining
of natures all natures deplore.

A kiss is the sweetest old thing
in worlds whose main life is a fling
whose uppermost stories
impinge on all glories
whose measures outsing every ding.

Some glory may enter each hour
whose moments exhibit a power
as much like the notion
mere life is a potion
as love might resemble a flower.

A year that approaches our benches
is offering up some new stenches
each one of which tells
all sources of smells
fresh ways to redig sundry trenches.

I'm seldom at any huge loss
for language that might seem to toss
the world toward a salad
as fine as some ballad
encumbered by ultrathin moss.

Hello and good-bye, little world
of seeming to stay boyed and girled
in manners and fashions
whose finite new passions
invite each ripe dream to seem swirled.

Famed smiler was Greta -- a star
whose films bellied up to a bar
that deemed her "amazing
at forming a phrasing
as perfect as manna or tar."

As Nature had been hardest truth
endowed with rich formats of youth,
I took out my hanky
(and almost seemed cranky)
twixt sips of quite ersatz vermouth.

Much meaning informs what we write
and thus quite permits any kite
the absolute hono[u]r
of telling each conner
that languages ne'er may be trite.

I'm quite a consumer of figs
and often would dance merry jigs
in honor of sweetness
whose wondrous repleteness
could foster vast buildings of rigs.

Much meaning should help in the battle
of teaching most formats of prattle
to stick with the game
of waking more fame
than somehow results from death's rattle.

My roosters remain way too cocky
as if to outstar yonder jockey,
SO >> I tell those chickens
their pottedness thickens,
for soon they'll be dumplings quite stocky.

Birds often are fly-by-night creatures
in love with eternalized features,
and when 'dinos' flew
[in primal-ish goo?],
perhaps birds then HAD to be SCREECHERS.)

Much meaning should help in the battle
of teaching most formats of prattle
to stick with the game
of waking more fame
than somehow results from death's rattle.

A letter I wrote to my dad
complained of how things too, too bad
inhere in a life
beset with more strife
than ever created a fad.

The water today's as immense
as Nature -- that great hieing-hence --
as arms may be strokers
whose motions send chokers
a message intensely intense.

Much seasonal brittleness brings
a world that produces great stings
as endlessly ready
to build something heady
as is how a bird sings and sings.

As fall is a season for chilledness,
these lines are effusive old spilledness
now eager to wed
a board and a bed
and thus to produce perfect swilledness.

The hopeful approach of your face
invites the next moment's disgrace >>>
as cardinal sinning
would foster the twinning
of sweetness at any old pace.