Sour Sauce
I walk decree line custard razor
"We" step aside, outside, blind shoes
lick desperate alleys.  Contrition
fairy bubbles.

Hand is for slapping, and clapping
the head, a dog with shaking leg,
mean, tiny wrinkles.  Rascally
impertinence.

Greedy, greedy, spit greedy wets
slick plastic testimonies
where go boom our truths,
catch it!

Nature is for sucking, gumming
rubber rinds protesting.
Gassing is on auto, mobile,
flat, your ire.

Puppet string cages tug down,
Irony is favorite fools
mucking in the street.
Loose questions.

Party dreams drying ghosts.
Sunrises effort nags
I want a home place.
Stuck.

Place the hand in one more.
Put fresh lessons to soak.
Bluejay sounds.
Sour sauce.

� 2000 DPMcClellan
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