ninja star

style tiered and true
fruit cake glue smeered on the floor
waiting to stick you in a stack of newspaper print
printed so small to appear as
rice flecks flies in the eyes.
tired of being the same old child,
thus rearing up and down the wild side of the block,
black and grey and kind of made of cosine lines and
hypobolic cholera climate signs, global warning,
sea level riles and expands the moon into a word a
hard of hearing par for the coarse,.