if i should sink, flowered, into the wet sage
nor heaven pursue its sidereal cote
sing semper fidelis, albeit cock-knave
aloha jehovah \ alcoa alcove?
if i, in the shoes of the dead maven bluesuede,
should gainsay my mewling, sling on my headstone-
"agnostic, repackaged", then setby slewcoldgraves
sequoia. annoyed? yeah! !-- a mohel, soft-stoned....
spring to me plantings, let autumn's chrysanthemums
slide, mama, can'ya? blastoma dead son
who entered heaven with new soul decanting.
westminster pet-spinster, this winter: catcomb