Horse For Letters

MatchBox Dalai Lama,
Mephistopheles Hammock High,
Settleing InTo The Dunes With The Sting Of A Pebble Under Heel,
LampShade Above Heaven's Appeal,
Citrusy Bright Rip Splitting The Bottom Lip,
To Lick It Would Be Worse Than Marriage,
MisCarriage To The Jutting Chin Of Replication,
Safety In Slumbers... Strength In Numbness,
Recording Loops Of Echoing Boot-Clicks From HallWays Dark And Long...
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The Heavyness ReTurns To The Belly,
While The Legs Expect A Lightness Of Late,
Falling Like Pennys From UnKnown Clouds,
As If  Flag-Pole Cinderellas Have Liberated The Wheel Of Fortune From The Neanderthal Dominion,
Aerosol Solar Winds To Keep BeeHives In Shape,
Candle-Jumping From One Romance To The Next,
Jonesing With The Used-Car Sales Pitch And BackWash BabyFace Chub,
Rubbing Palms Against The Searing Hot Dash...
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Divine In Divide...
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Deep-Eyed And Anchored...
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Smooth Sailing Accepting The Skipping Stoned Throw,
Confessions... Concessions... Confections... Concussions...
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Like Playing Horse For Letters In The Key,
Shooting From Where The Bounceing Ball Gets Caught,
They Take That Shot...
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And All Are Named "John",
While Playing Scrabble For Better Letters...
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Perspirations... Preparations... Palpitations... Pin Cushions.