Clad with bunk

Ironworks inwards

If you ever need a friend just call

Any penmanship can be written off

Spare tire distilled

Makes one eye turn grey

Bed of lavender makes me cough

Can any watchword bury the top

I was due disaster in Driggs somehow I didn’t fall off

Would like to think I was saved by the way

Sun gets better in the flatlands

Man is better buried there

Twine in navel

Ghostly thread bleeding thumb

New craft inflates us all

Can any takers tear down a wall

Sunkеn favor

Floats in servitude

Days off at the night shift

Kalеidoscopes sockets ablaze

Immortal shit head with soft bowel problems

Finds god has smoked rock

Iced tea cans burnt in a bonfire

Littering is clutter is cruel kindness is bad betting

Pointing fingers with trapped hands inside

Sand is better served there

I take a glass of twine knots

I’m a locked in stogie with a ventilation jam

Think the fix is in bricks with stilts on a stand

Cop out for the break out I’m a star on demand

In fact I was given restitution with bumps on flat land

Carried in a cut thumb rotting from my hand

Crept on a light shadow married to fourth in command

Breath short from a chain smoke cooked in a beer can

Grabbed gallows slashing in the inner working stands