C Town Vocag
by Warren Liu
In the stalls I identify with fish. As mirrors shamefully detach purpose
from where it runs alongside gobbledygook. Put one in front of the beta. Somewhere, it says you are a celibate machine. Running crooked, the slant is doubly productive. All morning long the flues have invested me
with spawning tadpoles. Tailed wonder, how japan. Though I have no spear, Gu has a magnifying glass.
As once the empire avoided rust. I too am lacking in oil, sparks from grinding weather me. This feeding a forgiving mirror. The warden requires me to eat crab steamed with ginger, though I had been saving my utensils for a climb to the kingdom. Stingy with its meat but succulent. Tongue the chink in its armor. The rumor is, my fellow warriors call me Seventh Virtuous S -----.
Somewhere it says, you are the desiring machine. Giggle, flow, stoppered,
over, out. Fishy dear cooly smothered on the ramen. Ginseng cola. Flushed out my mesdames on the guttural yelp of birth. Over there the fence
s keep crossing, all the piss-drunk-night long. Only in that state the
signage comes replete with border. Heat that murmurs shinto and schism.
Fishmonger's yellow crackle spins out the hi-fi: "please cover your mouth when you giggle" --missing incisor as per instructed beating metronomic ticky-tack. Sold thoroughly or just roughly in beady waxed glory. The singer wants to beg of you. Nearly vertical is when the pebbles approximate-- "please cover your mouth when you-- please cover your mouth--"
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