Pickerel babes eat one another speaking 
 

Pickerelish. Parents want to defend their tongue 
 

but can’t. (Picture them, peach cones & rods of violet.  
 
As with fish 

there’s salience to nodding agreement thought-  

fully.) I get all my ideas from media  
 

studies, yet non-metric brainstorming  
 

like this is easier-to-sleep-w/-&-pulsate  
 

-to. Instincts tho are buried under cement,  
sunk talking to each other, eh?  
Hard to get out of the wrinkled valise —  
(I removed the tongue.)