by Alan Bernheimer
There are no rocking chairs in hell
I took the tour last week
Now I just want to browse
dig tunnels
build bridges
move mountains
Let nature do the heavy work
My rule of thumb
Is sleight of hand
And long of tooth
Spotless is my name
Sensational crude essence
Fills the zoning envelope
Tab fields exit pupil
They're going to bench test your dive
And empty bottles absolve you of particularity
One day bumps the next
The things that befall
Words are accidence
Fire
escapes romance
the air
Affection unabated
In any scrape
Say uncle who motions dismay
For the time being gravity takes heart in
From:
Billionesque
Copyright ©:
Alan Bernheimer
Last updated December 24, 2022