Margins of breathless senators wrinkled upwards cross the brow
Poised lightly nonethe less
Gift experiences.
A weasel farts.
I splay my feet on concrete
Warriors appear and brandish ripe olives
Codes are vivid, scrambled, stung in paper
Lacelike fungus spreads defiant on the visage of the immigrant
Wilted begonias encircle the junta in leering parody of correspondence
Eagerness, illusion, a double bed with thorns
Posture, plebians, crowbar justice,
Dollar in time saves Citibank
Please put back the Oreos.