Pink Chromosome humbugs.

If giving up chromosomes too the checkered 

arteries that vye with the intended pole 

swarming the percolated Sunday afternoon

Spent admiring atlas wrists 

Travel section laying open if only 

A picture could explain conduit of 

the damn sailing on into the deathly



Burnt and bursting veins tensile strength 

attempts at copulation Stetson tossed off 

Rewriting revolutions of cotton tie dying 

Hanging from lonely tree

Beholden too the verse of three baskets 

Filled with curved edged Cards and torso 

Size Zero tasting guides to dry stone muskets

Walling cats standing around acquiring 

hats of the fallen friends of pink humbug.