a solid stroke announces posture here.
the bat in aviation's history
is wrestling first a shriek transistory
insisting validity, vanity's fear
finally a spurt through idiot drool
marvelous meter and singing spurt hit
poetry nose solid me SARDINES bit
years smile dredging rhyme treasure coins again
it spools pools you're the one i needed
to know all my life fingers of your voice
hold my grey matter pen matter of choice
always, so clever weather we speeded
south between us and if i disappear
cut this up assemble me, do you hear?