New Material

Gut is like a piece on earth, you're not cut and shut everything off, try flipped the switch constantly on and off several of times, unified needle can be sharp and pointy right on the edge and ledge in tiny tip to prick a finger, keeping it forward enough, speak overthrown voice willing to take any typical whitened cloud appeared and cleared, defrosted became feared, unless the secondary tore away of drenched hard candy rain coming through nonstop, take one freelance hand, running off track sand, and command the dream came along straightened way, the uncle who plead their own name, it isn't lame, they've wanted to play certain game, poeticism would die young, poetical efforts will and chill, climbing on top increasingly hill

Written by
Michael James Brindley
11-7-19