The stamina a wild-eyed favoritist
Of able pleasing ephemeral ghost-bites
Goes parallel to the winter interior.
The ghost-bitten stamina bleeds,
And the cardboard with a word, "eggs"
Or "rush," is according memory
The looking a painting does. It shows up.
Time in the kitchen is accordion music
Sent through the tubes, and the bright grey
Of mirrors scales this heat, scores it,
The report I write contains all this data
But the defensive freaks just want to come
To the exact opposite of my conclusions
And so I analyze the so.