Weak as weak does. Week in, weak out. Wreak shouts upon bleak
lands around, noisy now, speckled gothic grey then shrillish shriek.
Careful, close. Carry those whose tongues have stung the weakened young
and force the course of dark remorse. Morse coding sung til jury’s hung
defining findings binding you at last to lore of loveless past
now greets this heated piece of meat in lands of lucid licks that last
where peppered paper green and tapered tested, tethered, tied and preened
is bound by bounding hounds. They’re hounding hopes that hackers can be weaned.
See silver staining stores remaining rolling round revered by reems
Though cotton can keep comforted by an arm unarmed unalarmed by themes.
Solace, sentimental steers the ship’s sweet wooden wasteland, hasty taste banned
can the crap canned calling cat bland, wearing glare of dirty hat stand.
Sleepless sifting softly, writing raw, the dawn adorns the window, gold.
Now noted nodding off, no more the floor feels warm and calls me, sleep! I’m sold.