I stroll the Sunday silent street In thrall of muscle weary feat A
wasted week
a reek bleak sleep
Straining against the grained brain ashamed of help outside my stale
shale shell
a haze of hectic hegemony
recoils
rasping from recalling
The strolling bundanced bile and beet Offal bustle. Beery beat, A
lazy leap
a reek bleak sleep
Flailing amazed by railing shame I strain I belt out snide I fail
fail yell
of ways to septic ceremony
of
hangdog heartbust homily
That strolls the Sunday silent street.
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