I’ve had near kisses
cupped in submarines
lows in unusable mental states
inched out eels
who pirouette awake
lisping and tying
me to banks’ possessiveness
and a laminate acab glow
a low tax rate the best confessions
tasty gnosis
regular ownage
and an unlaughable eel spirit
in subby merino sweaters
pronouned cicadas
of unsynched arses
I’m unusably alert
to the beaut attitudes
in people dear to me
atrocious mentalities
allowing to allow
kisses I attribute
to stable genuinenesses
aches from the tribe
of eloquent disguises
targeted at indivisibly souled locals
sunning my sins
for the regular sun otters
queuing all day
to get sunned on
by the sun
and by sins
my efforts
and a cradled standard
for indivisibility’s kindness
toeing the line of an elk’s
as if
standing guard
by the torn
standard files of leisurely position
my best agreements of sense
queuing for the indivisible
and peering into the available
meaning of laughter’s best idea