Bug whir subsiding

      into ravaged sunfucked



pallor ghouled

      by some winsome somnambula:

              petit mal coma

              bungaloes

              aglint with

                   tricked grandeur.



Snap a pinion,

     nerves flash,



apex cowbody ride on

              Rider 31



"by the way, you were

      the sun



scratched in the errata

     close the tome

          this chapter's written

on smoke.