pyramids of dots

exercise:

Bout Rime
-what&how of last3 months
-authentic recollection
-each line=10 syllables
-end-words group-sourced

[Hans’ highway apprentice]

toolin’ along the main drag in Doolin
Hans and I eyed a goat snap bakeapple
bites from fists of kids amidst schooling
of the dark farm arts taught under chapel.
we hexed the soul of adam lambert,
caused a pony’s sneeze of oregano
and swam through the sewers for Hans’lost shirt,
sewn with ten pints of blood drawn on-the-go
from his cartoon-bred pal zapped with madness.
we escaped a lake of fire, biking
backwards; fishtailed into a wasp nest.
Hans, fevered, itched to split town. hitchhiking
offered him great luck; me, tucked in sack, calm
for smuggled human luggage, hummed six psalms.

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