Excluding pork, shellfish, milk, and rattan,
we rationalize tanagers tanning in the tonga,
Soraya, tam tam rousing gravid tamagotchi.
I collect utility knives vaccinating me against
mare clausum, nocturnal black margates slow
off the mark against marsh gas, chilling us to
our marrow when we schedule the schlubs.
(Statistics bear out subglacial suffragism.)
In our three-day truce, Soraya, trudging past
tropics of trumpet vines, umber encryptions
endear us to the bricolage of painted junk.
I open wide the breviary at the bridge of
sighs, brewmaster to ingravascent ingénues,
inhuming red admirals in sedilia sediment.