Another day bested,
sorting out used discardables,
purchasing new primary paints,
no pin closer to a palatable
gyroscope of being.
Animosity outrides the til,
felicitous nativity pursues
the ear, anything for the spur
to cut the dirt in water.
DUTCHMAN murders again,
and the woman still unchained.
Father me, she cries, but the
cowboy inflames her mad stys.
