Skinny skinked-up spot-orgy in a nappy sauce!
and patent leather certainties wrapped in a
knapsack! Minimal deviltry in millenial clothing
still exhibits a slinky je ne sais quoi.
Rub my coke, and write my wringing wrongs.
A Steinian dreamworld is where my leopard is
headed
And letter that may sluice the inviolate metallurge virgin
She forges forest and forage for you, and you, and that may be you too,
her heel'd Toledo stilettos' ditties splinkering defiance to the older poet.
After so many months, delicate black-stocking'd fox,
welcome to the pouncing-marsh lowlands, swoop
down on frozen starfish ice-skittering along-among the reeds.