EW, the man was a giant

Errant waves

Deals with frills

Donned in error

Donned in black

The nil, the whip, the lick, the smack

The eloquence of subservience shimmeringly alluvial in its impertinence

Shimmering in the limelight’s sting

How are we to be alone when the herald blings

Is your past your blasted ring? Summoned up for everything?

Capstone shakily. Teeters on the white skinny legs crazily.

The honey layer drew the scales. The Ballesteros .

Ballesteros of the fishy pails.

Flopping breams, moral seams that we inhale

Stink of hair with alabaster nails running lightly down

Her spine. But who aligned this central line?

Spare me not the errant waves that come,

For they harken the golem.

MMmmmmm

RRRMMMmmmm

run for yo blode

ra ra  rara

run run

skidding down the laureled lathe

price to be enslave you

complacency

other over come me

redactedly

formation forever the air never-did-care for the life

of the lair