August 15, 2012 – ayaladn

the boats were flotsam the breakers’ captizin’, jotsum & zinc, so, how’s the washun’

sure the buoyed & flooded mingle fore a stranger land than that, not knowin’ wherein go, I’d chew on many roots and things, cap-side & middle

somehow salad & potatoes interrupt at haversack & himalaya, someone said wide-wale, I guess on rye

if newZland pumice floats to lalaland, mani-pedicurists take to boats, single filin’

Is it true to level a desk on a book, if qtr-nickle- dime adjust a better prop, that makes a cant e’en