Sausage is a proverb. 
Drip of flash in fire on sun. 

Fishing is in the church.
With nothing off the table. 

Bone's a world vehicle.
Where tremors spike. 

Where mouth goes
To the neck and insurrects.

Ships with an open lip.
The cutters, that must.

Cup after cup.
Variations in splendor.

Marcel's memory hooks.
Like a crook back to mutter.

Furry archipelago.
Wide for breadth.

Deep in will of time.
Larking. Barking. 

Harking up the sublime.
Where schisms tread. 

Against the palm. 
Like a painters flesh.

First to grind.
Vows are tedious.

Milk then 
into butter.