Suppose you braid
a sonorant ankle
and the Gibson man
decided cigarette paws.
Death’s index finger
swallowed the vowel universe
as a token for its armpit rant.
I’m imitating: a, e, i, o, u.
The caterpillar hounds digest your blague footprints.
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