Trouded

Moist, full our favourite adventuropassenger
Still sleep our oldary
Chilwal’d, day, moment
Invited, booked:
Sizzlers is a cake

Simon, Simon, Simon’s dad.
Breakdangling a large pigeon
Rough fantastic bistill
Bilgaeto isintré in biotochonologi
Deprecrotch depretcheath
Ubliator.

Cascarled with mnenonio:
a significant democracy contradiction
“Every week I play a different video game, whether it be rented or owned”
Snakes slithered
Stealth holy.

Cameras rigged – the match is gone
You’re under your head
Sizzlers is a cake
Underneath the tall sky
Scraping across the small binded tomes

Illegal wantoral
Slice
Grill
Flip
Slice
Place
Add
Add
Add.
It ends.

Polygon magnificence
Curled up in sickly compassion
The boy asks,
May I be excised.
Caged gramps’ antipathy.

We watch the builder retire the fences
His dear cousin grind a mouse through a button
With a match
Tackled, and tackled richly
Captured with a capital thirteen.

Sizzler is a cake