Once spun inside a sperm whale
Called gruyere a season
Spent tickling the rib stitched cage
carving historic thoughts
On wishbones too be lodged
Along with the tusk on
the river bed waltzer
A krill surfing on the Crust
of a Wave
the hermit’s say’s the company
You keep of neutrality Grandiose
Chanting meer men of
There mortals coil
Who let the powers
Goto the head and tails
.
As the mammal carccus caress
beaches
Failing to find the eject Button
On brow of beaten track.
The shrink to fit boobies
With Rubber booties
And stroll into the arms
Of grieve.
