V. Pyramids, Pyramids

Rain past country bumper Carter for
press relentless down-pillow. Should
A okay be or not too much off the stylistic
ones, my friend. No one asked, using
the toys from the attention Spanish
Galveston from 19 years, whereabouts
under.

"Down to the water-clock metrically
flies the Great Curious Currier,"
laughed the bard in the wakening.

Oh. Knowing the waiting listens
to the South carefully tripping into
Hebrew synonyms.

Here -- the Masters chained helpfully
in the native, soiled underworld.
Susanna Pirhana in her velvet lunchgown
spoke unearthingly of the soon-to-be-
forgotten, while. While, while the
unfocusing Cam-Pams, the boom-bams, for
another rune-dictation session.

"Urrrnnn," mocked it. "none is
the sum of one day little red barmitzvah
pall bearers of this trick before your
every - - - - - surprise."

Laying the final brick, on the
rain half-fallen, the Great Seer
slowed them down from a tempestuous
pace to a simple trickle, free of
pain and confusion, arching upward
(if even on a diagonal course).

March, 1989

©Evan Hause

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