Rant:
If I hand it back — it’s about letting you go bold,
taking cannibalism out of context,
giving you back your Sprite.

Let’s drink to downsized colors
off atmospheres of displeasure
then falling back, breathing while your
rescuers get authenticated.
“Great I’ll hold...”
2 out of 2 observers were cut off. Pretty please on wet
highways, casually substituted.

And during the break they reached an agreement.

It’s forbidden to talk now. It could be another’s
call, since poetry never acts against self interest.
Claymation teeth marks v. a gorgeous intent.