This of Stylus Imprinted

In the rent of blanket,
the turkey stuffing foams.
Our sights derail the transformation of the orbit
and the orientation of the stars.

Comb out hair kitten violin
as we fall from spreaded linens.

The foxtrot of bones clasps the evergreen foilage,
and the yellow smirks from the scars of an ultraviolet.

You never saw the way the leaf bed shuddered
at the plucking of the weeds,
but natives hold their own reservations
in the pride of their separate law,
and this scurried to bed,

that the saliva bubbled on your tongue sucked blood
and filmed the ripe of wound.
And the teeth withdrew from the cotton,
and the promise was left unsewn.