mock prine

short-lived fancy from a freelance purveyor.

i'm an abandoned tray fill, perverse fort cross-
fame-tinged tremolo kick, 
canned for nitpick'ed and filtered trash talk.

swash and swim, buttoned down for the winter. 

we all take turns shifting grocery tangents and mock tile aversions. 
shift change, 
hula hip----

trans-vent ceo's and celibate thoughts, 
staggering lines, last before first, 

farewell badgery, no wears for thing wavering. 

untied shoes and callous hands, 
smoke befitted gallants and trim trunks of treasuries unfounded. 

oh we shave our beards and board our balances, 
true unto true face, festered with the reminder that fallacies weigh more 
than we could ever slate. 
clean slate. 
clean slate. 
clean slated periphery.