Living with Christian indigenous deciduous
constituents inching in interestingness,
increasing in forgiveness is principally innocent,
a citizen implementing the civil principle
of radically militant inclusivity.

To be sweet, eaten, or equal, seen sneaking
discretely beneath the concrete steeple,
a people’s grievance,
speaking of evil in secret.

Concerning the herding
of thirty Earth vermin
learning of Dirty Ernest.

Do you get awfully
sauced often,
slaughtering odd talk,
an obnoxious but honest cop
has got a hypothesis
about your awkward boss’ lost
property. It’s not complicated
he dropped it on his awesome blog,
taking ten minutes, tops. 

Phonemes drop on these moms
like three bombs seem like on
a neat night but were we
wrong for tightly writing a few free songs
fighting light’s sight?

A coded soda hold-up,
with no guts, nuts
and bolts cut slow,
roughly stuck.

An over-sized binder
behind the rhymes
bound by twine and time.

Eight great creators have
debated taking a shaken racist’s
fate against bacon steak across the face,
happily slapping a crappy rapper.

Moving to truth’s
groove, a youth’s behooving,
such smoothness, rude prelude
of future cool losing,
soothing a toddler at two a-toothing.

The cynical stigma of stickers and 
bigger figures in pictures,
sickeningly fixing Richter,
remembering original constituency.

Earthquake melting eternity
of the durable mental entities
dredging through nonsense
trying to test poetic rhetoric
by entering experimentalism
at its best threads of competence.