like summer melon hit by a part from a washing machine yes seeds but no seeds to bean the oils from I run olive oil all in my glasses make it so I only see in sleep wedge of bread masks the crow a clown you know fat white nose pecked once and dropped from yonder pine your smashing legs uncrossed god your dropping foot evens the ground
From Whim Man Mammon, published by Action Books. Copyright © 2007 by Abraham Smith. Used with permission.