I say, proclub,

Is this something we have to need?

Deflective thumb, smiling fist,

sky like pixels in the mist,

my concern is complete

and pursuant.

No gape, only cuff,

virtue means being exactly more

than your tie.

Virtue puts lags on your eyes.

Judgment is time is flies. Money is the root

of the peach-

white curl of my first significant knuckle.

The whale is going down,

The fist is going across, like a leaping fish,

like the corners of your

street. Candy stripe awning with hookers inside

is what my wife gets like, that's why....

Just kidding.

I meant rife.

RIP, Claude Lorrain