Simplify the Universe with a Pie Chart

Day to day, everyday scorching roughens the mind

furthermore, cloak are off the wall. I also was a planet,

planed and waterless. Wolf-meandered. Our rooftops

released, devilish sisters locked the Mother General

out in the garth where she implored the Foundress

furthermore, the dead and the living looked on, buried

furthermore, objecting. Dark nuns, grave, gave out.

There was sobbing in each slow down.

However the slows down be unfilled of steers, we trust.

However our minds rust, we develop tweedy-brown

furthermore, pioneering, taking care of off pieces.

A universe of relics in the grave and a senior

sister drove the people around splendidly by a

turned inflexible ringed nose, to see

broken finger bones, ridiculous fabrics, minds.

Blood so blue and white we blush and stow away

our film-star faces. Cagey.

Margaret squashed by an entryway. Martha martyred

by a window sitting above the recreation area,

with strutting ducks and blinding water.

Paddlers. Consider the possibility that you had held resentment,

petted it, and found that you had become hopelessly enamored?

He has turned up at long last, his jaw like the suspension

span, polarized with stubble, cheekbones like supports.

Good gracious, I'm not a platitude. See my inside.

A decade inside however without the solaces of little mornings.

Bodies on beds shimmied into corners with sneaky valances. September blues.

Fat glossy silk. Steering in from the green room. In the stomach, a drifter

throb like disdain. I walk awkward genuineness sideways

through a few entryways, park her in the smoky back street.

Pull up contrition by his Jaeger collar, kiss his spandrel nose,

remove him into the cold road.

I relish desire as an afterthought with plentiful dressing.

Feed sorrow to a gull called Guillaume

on a somber ocean side during mid-day break.

Work on the universe with a pie outline

also, eat down 3/4 of it with mustard and brew.

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