scent can drive the hand
through aroma of danger
to rest forever

Slicing through targets

Contemplating universe

Eradicate lost hopes

Serious hairdo

Eating baked beans from a tube

Lookin all pouty

Time slipped away friend

Ghouls of the night forgot it

Tarragon dream isle

Child’s face is covered

With a woolen beanie hat

Hidden from cold eyes

Delicious spike pit

Use the chainsaw to cut food

Portable lunch food

I got golden snuck

Terrific posture isn’t free

Give me lemonade

Silver nostalgia

Cleanses the palettes softly

A future of mirth

The mind fixates fast

Stuck on words like telephony

Thinking bout airguns

 

Must imagine clay

Then the thought dynamite wins

Leading to new shit

Smite the spice lordling
Slice into spicey chunks yo
Fetch all the giblets