...love my machine...

garden like this makes spinning hoof floaters of us all
canister creators filing the holdings of dormant estates
dream thieves and sales force of the depleted
fresh like meat to cleave

soft tissue mush and this vista screams magic words
feet pile on feet pile on feet
knick-knack scrubbers and gizmo cudgellers
a line up of x’d out eyes

fountain
here
pours so fresh
makes me want to slay

arf 06