Flying Gyrfalcon
wrestle the tiger
cog assigned
by them devils
unfortunately I do toil
carpentry work
marisol pepper body
hammering repeat
I peep misdirect
they shapeshift
my thoughts
are protest
I am a jar they said
would never
leave the pantry
rebellion I’m walking
verified knuckles
and a leather jacket
scramble and avoid fangs
gray wrinkles illuminate
pink orange sky
I won’t wreck
ponder a plan
this gold and breaking system
is unnatural
nowhere near right
they are one snake
anaconda moon swallower
I’ll read I’ll revitalize