Gambrel out houses
With tainted faces,
The garble hands wince
Muddled with voice
Gobbled to a fine powder;
Cooling steam from hot ashes.
Grim mewed flasks
Wetting her lips,
Citizen gavel smiles
Cuddling his toes
Grotesque with fears;
That he has drank too heavily.
Glutton dry thumb
Poking the door,
The huddled tea pot nose
Pouring disdainful
Ailments and curiosities;
Ivory bare child night thighs.
Grumbled falsetto tears
Much haste now,
Fumbled old browning
Slumped warm peat
Glum from thoughtless;
Which won't heal anything she says.
