Couplets

Couplets

Somebody tricked the cashier,
bought thirty peaches for a chug of beer.

The front gate wedges in a tuft of dirt,
you climb over the fence, rip your shirt.

People crowed in black brigades on lawns,
this doesn't look like the state's new bonds.

She shines the ship's bottle with turtle wax,
she spits in the ring and the rag till they sing.

The pretender has a bent fender for dinner.
We argue over brownies about the size of your boobies.

Let's pace around the garden, swallow cocktails,
watch nightingails in heaps by the barn.

Cock the hedges in turns of clocks,
finish your meal, exit off the third wheel.

We swap sentences in lines to knit
a bonnet for the puppet you forget.

This is my favorite mode of direction,
this is the map i use for selection.

I chose the one with calendars in his hands,
the mail carrier in extensions and sends.

I forgot your two-tone duffel bag,
you broke your belt under my bed.

Salted candles taste like wax,
i can play the golden sax.

Wish me luck on the first crime draw,
i am about to find the last chewed straw.

Suck this ice so i can watch your lips.
The frozen skin is a sin i'd kiss.

Seat yourself on the barrels of hay,
slip off the couch, subscribe the day.

Simple minds equate the best rhymes
with the finest deal of a savory meal.

The fly is a swatter, and the fish is a hooker,
let's eat them both on a salty cracker.

Pitt the cherries in a bowl of spit,
aim your seeds to the corner I picked.