Show me how apple bundt cake ought too be.

If It’s like taking the alt key from the Kiwi 

show me how apple bundt cake 

ought too be hand made 

this stitched tale often wearing 

The nuebuck of what you cooked up 

That missing alarm clock reappeared 

For missing wake up calls and taken in strides  

I’m waffling into Memphis forty four 

and looking at the plus fours degrees

boots buried in grass across from Grace 

And making dust jackets with 

Cereal packets for striken hymns 

The patient file to which it clinged too

to till the end of posters that spoke to me

A halo transmitting sun from Hangers 

left over from whirly one 

the history of whirly two 

And what’s left too beach comb.