I
want my mailbox visible
from near space
it's the least we can do
thank the standing water
there's serum enough though not
for the sand traps
the rest stop in undiscovery
just buy this last bit of char
and you're free and clear
but a lake of friars is still not a joy
nor typo running up
dry cleaning expenses
dumb bombs over the top rope
far be it for me not to
incinerate on cue
with the godlike cyclopean on light
a lucimeter uses you to jam out
it's quadrants to the extent
Gene Barry wanted to keep
the beam fragment
that could've traveled the world
in his stead
now it blends in too
well with flagstone
