we the simple

le bop, in french
be bop, in califormenting
a rain storm on the horizon, the switch
of wind brings the flies, horizontal and flapping
a gibberish of things liberal and finished with a shining wax
coat. the table with plaster pasted on it on accident
it sat under the load that played out and that was that.

ITS NOT EVEN OUT TABLE!
it doesnt matter though cause its not even tennis and the
beryllium vases with pine tree gasses filling ip, the new way
to say that is rising is high sung christmas classics on a sunny
sunday afternoon, plain enervated radios.