WIZARD’S LUNCH

N’exercisers shot downward on the receiving end of a daydream
I wired the spotted cat

It stood under tongue and rained lazily across the tangerine tent

We weaned a wild day on cologne and bad eyes
While the screamery committed hemiola in barnacle-scrape two-step

The laundry was stolen in bronze
And the Isaiah frame was a beautiful axis know more

Then I chop wood
Pull out woolen teeth

On the evening spinning loom sat the dark ponderance
And ran bewildered for safety-tune
Cuddled in warm bosom
And thumbed through the ever-spinning discus plus one