—Wait, ambitious caretaker. I'm free.
Sold on the charged, on the wane.
—Loose if you please, but there's no vanilla here.
On the wane, topics still flanged.
—Temperature... best friend?
Topics still flanged, wasted banana butte.
Seven coffin rows, skeletal measured
but
never slated.
Pissant Dickens on hyperkinetic
faraway
jersey grunt.
Myself a friend.