structured*

gassin sips
  -or-
tri-hard

 

 

jamaican me laugh; it's a pastry w/o the dish. in actuality, i had a (recent)

conversation about airport travel and the now-a-days. my lair may have an extra
dimension, but i was not prepared. there was an aura of profound, a sense of science
beyond circumstances; it was layered.

 

stride by day, sleight by night, i got humdingers till the cows come in. slide a smile

into the photograph, show a real snapshot. twisted in four directions, nothing resembles
a course correction. an audiophile stuck like a curdled 8-track, i remain cognizan-y;
loop it and get the correct player.

 

samoan the danger; ethnic stereotypes tie the narrative together. strings like chicken,

easy to pluck (ha) may be beside the abstract point. germaine blue-print: this puzzle is
like a cranium, thus intricate. didn't wait for the bathroom, took control and turned on
the at-ease sign.

 

i have to end w/ an aging take on 'student life,' a 'news' paper i believe. it's a game

and i play it, but so was the holocaust and i survived it, drinking a screwdriver,
beating the 'el barco.' redundant in 2 languages, the joke survives a genocide: i can
entertain as deftly as well as a man defined.