Paperback Continent

[the mingo]

I open a new window
head for random word country
and walk my dog through the old boneyard in wonder of small animals than me
living in huts with gabby nippies my fretfuls running loose -
fetch the bees to your rhythm curb!
the gates are icky with health!
we will cake the beef and brain the rob
- when choice runs out we will make new ones without monkey limit -

You see, our memory zippy with food.

6:03 a.m.

[saw]