Deciduous Morning Call

Slink away from the hood. In part impart the under-

lying gold roses primped into beng roped with dope-cut brine. 

She selvedged what he salvaged was the claim. I mean aim

clambaked as otter stew strewn across the mayfly whisper

of a near rain afternoon. I have a place here of waiting 

for the polite scope and sequence ricochet versus crochet 

while playing croquet too near the ducklings.

So many white pairs of trousers arouse. Plenary with wist

and wishful blinking. I know my place, my place grows me

apart from insomnia furlongs distant from cash cow kingdom 

we will endow with fulfillment of reams of forecasts of the World

Series or or or the menopausal inflection when truth sails

out of Ruth's mouth and flags down the undecideds. 

Gaggle of folk who stand facing rapid fire and debate which way 

to emote. Starch in short supply for spines. Rottweiler insurgency

rails agains the exchange of appetite for sailing out west 

of thought. Do you take this forecast to be your inbroglio 

at large. Maturation gilds posies within proximity 

of indigestion. If I curfewed you once, I have unleashed you

an equal number of times in the open yard canard where 

happenstance lands when you least expat.