8 august

sooner or later gonna cut 'em down like a frownface limousine crash splashed across the dashboard front page -- all the rage with caged beasts and rising yeasts exploding into dough by row by rising horizon mild and dictatorial a clean pictorial of the wrongs uprighted and ignited like dandelion suns too bright for lawn mowers and too weak for oar rowers struggling through the straggling and dragging through the weeds our needs and more our worries heavy as a breakneck speedboard disregarding laws of space and time