Tied, sherman clouds wander with leaf framed eyes
stealing apples from caterpillar's dunes and stately pies.
Dearthful, or rare, with crop coloured tourettes.
Dreamy, like arch-blithed angels, deheavened.
Spin, like a cocktail merry go round,
Trouble, in a secret town.
Purpose, a shining sword,
Bleeds air, makes cowboys clowns.
Turpentine, like Mark Twain's feuds,
leap like serpents into Loch Ness's hood.
Evenings, like overdrawn hues,
Extracts beetlejuice, like brewer's droop.
Sydney Shoemaker, the philosopher's don
eats mad men in Alcatron.
Wasted ink, like bating breath,
Peters out, as years undress.
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