She never took the time to say all of these tremendous things
Simply because the place was forever misplaced amidst haphazardly askew, rather indelibly delivered aside altogether miscued

Who knew – only ever she, really, how to turn displaced matter of factual traction to undoubted and dutiful mistakes

A dime a domineering dozen, per se… all over this pillowed exterior, man-handled to inadvertently delay

When perfection need go missing

The wonderfully stood upright and sparklingly suggestiive inevitable
Fearful of their mollycoddled existence either way forth

Just will not listen to the simplest route of them all, to create delightfully meandered mishaps bubbled pristinely beneath a river of sugar-coated freedom

To fuck with it – ‘Whiskey & Guinness & Misshapen Kisses’