Mean makes the poem lurch.
Blunt and light.
Only eyelashes at the start of poetics.
Hoof in the mouth.
Poem holds both bare hands.
Having picked a crop when the sun was edgeless, your noun cut.
Truth to a point on the wobbling sphere.
Poem splits legs sits on lie.
Taste buds all smoke and sweet cake.
Heart in verb travels.
This word blueberry vibes tender.