Pitched eggs they splatter at the better, the oven BATTER- and a cake whipped up real nice- all of twice, when this is plainly whites only “Ricey Honda’s- too top to me the petty Rambler who ambles and on and on with Ember- who she knows August is nearly done and come “Sept” I will visit Niagara Falls, coincidentally it being “Fall” to the slip ’n’ slide of a brisk bright Season of Trump’s classified documents being at his Home, with a Terrible REASON to sit on the couch, slouched, or maybe on the Port instead- watching ships (State Head Injury Program www.wrxtbi.com) come with tattered clips of Mach3, Gillette, the razors to shave, and fuck Dave, relaxing on his porch with a Rock-Paper-Scissors Rockin’ Chair, of his real hair, faded but fair, and but where, along thick Kubrick’s angle MY CURBED RUBIX SQUARE, I stare at the screen in front of me and where I choose NOT, to click “Care” on the BLM fan-fare…
