Swill Bot of Days

HMMMMMM – cut out half of it, not bad — almost.

Luft for a crime
the rabbit sublime 

dug up
a shell purplish blue.

Something inside
will not confide

barking banal 
like a tube swarm of pride.

Crazy and broke
chasing smoke

a license 
to burn.

Steeped
in chasms of shine

gutting sorrows
inconsolable finds.

Stacked attacked 
azure bounty of mutiny 

churched 
on the absurd.

Spur & spurned flowed 
from same glowing worm.

Shriek sacred ardor
muzzled to its lift

grammar grimoire 
belle-lettristic.

Cravings willow-wallow 
in wing over and over

as love and death 
does its thing.

Throws down 
a brink

down down, 
drink drink.

A fever 
for neckmolds

Hawaiian, 
lucky charmed.

Bot down the days
panicky for your gaze.

Pangs morbid
at whatever the breach  

stoic, amazed.