polar bug
is nothing more than insect
tons of waters, tons of mud 'n' make-up
floatin in beneath the mess
fishing with you
catching you above the rue
riggid & so fragile
mums a word- because the rule
in this lonely luncheon

while you serve on tuesdays june-
my trenchdays

i'm a misfit, goin' in disproportion
that quack just sold me clock
of confusion
on my way back home tomorrow' nest
eggs & fried old sun stare at me angrily
maybe just the clichee- merely angrily
in one of this holes my mouth & chest
rest the last of airproof battle fishes
human- like the stamps on moron's shirt
wish me some of poverbs, best to live with
after cup of daily inches
worth it??
measured but disfunctional- wet penguin
true to you while truth becomes more speechless
every beauty bee got sting to bait things
even she's background
off the picture....