The drole of this world’s a part of my repertoire

 Seek it out

I  observe the stars bluster out a cosmic sigh

Sun ushers in to greet me then say to me high

Sunshine deflated-slips behind

Coy eyelashes flicker

An  elusive goodbye

Landscape sightings report the sun’s trickery

It can’t revolve above or under the sky.

Planet earth is a cookie cut out

flattened into shape

Dictated to — its norm of a lay by

infinite  stutters unlace

La Luna

part ways

  left heartbroken

creating ripples across the water

Oft blurred.

 wanton to view her beguiling manner this eve

Don’t watch this space

It leaves room for an innuendo

genre style-

budgie budgets cos it’s an indie myna on the fly by

Gutted cos this  reads across as a novice  flatulently  windy

Lost confidence in his nature.

Stole a spirit

it wasn’t even mine

Finale parts the legs of barbie inbreds in-laws.

Cheap cheap

underwear-blatantly reveals the remnants of a hookah   smoky blows

secreting a house ablaze

brush off an ashen doll-

pasteurized

vented as Cindy.

Quality remains third-degree sightless

to the echelons taken over in a hazed quantity;

I think I died.

I have imposter syndrome

These words dictate I’m a genuine illiterate.

Forgive me for attempting to write

I forgot about that critter sitting amongst its fellow mate-the 5 10 midget

Oi ‘Arry Potter quick diversion tactic-start finding the golden   quidditch