Grammar means no stammers or howling uncle slippers,
unless you count the wreckage burnt by eager melodies.
Even so, the palatable few cease whacking at the weeds
long enough to marvel at what happened to free orthodontia.
Gnaw forever on that single thought and you’ll lose recognition
as the first bold scoundrel cheap enough to glimmer at the sun.
Groom sparse cabin cloth inside a robin’s egg.