every violent binge

dear citizen—

uncover your dusty radios
you are two billfolds shy and your locutions are broken
in the froth of the bulldozer black and yellow cysts, and marshmallow wheat sideswipes remain
there’s too much red in the blue sky
your wheels will be removed from the moors through the use of radiogram bullets on your broken locutions
resort to your dystopia; or, if you don’t, you will soon have your lodge broken and be removed
your voice may be paroled to the furthest bullfight ringlet except briefly during mopping season
voice-over paroxysms include: frustration of the bullfinch; wheeler-dealer siege of the daffodil; two binges short of bilge then, the two views without perspective will have their frames broken and be removed
these are :

1. still life of uncovered radishes on the plinth
2. fry of the bullfrog

moving forward:
every violent binge must have a persuasion clearly displayed
we need reinforcement stilts, otherwise, we have no way to reach the pacifiers
thank you for your attention

What I’m Reading:

XIII

It was evening all afternoon.   
It was snowing   
And it was going to snow.   
The blackbird sat   
In the cedar-limbs.

— Wallace Stevens / “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird”