Simple Theories

  the time now to say Your chakras smell of hemoglobin please wash your  bangles the Town by which the numbers add and so the sluice defers  the place in which the neural meters collect like ‘Justin Bieber’ The basis of infection parlaying socio- contumeliousliness reverberating in the merest Baby  Such is the as phyxiating Quandary focal boundary

the poem in flame the natural voice of any word places the Town on fields of heather and gorse with Zeus the expected mightiest of big tantrums unrelated to nothing human  each word meets fragrance with a patch of fog