Murky Mess

once … there - with trunks of monkey’s meth there grew a breadth of bunky breaths deplored by dreaded, drunky deaths to calm their chemic coggers the fame of phlegmic foggers so deep and dark those dribble bibs didst dig their dearest double-dibs and drowned, the fartish fizzles fibbed and, preened with puzzled puzzlers quite choked their chucking guzzlers tho bending tendrils tripped those drips while fending dental dents and flips sweet sheets and fleeting fears and fripps were cooked like crooked misers gnashed, woke, their broke incisors their tangles dangled fangs and faults hanged visions, pinched with vile vaults so schlepped and crept thru hazards halts cropped tips of crypts and gypsum that bounced from strips and hips, some fawning dawn and donning chesty breasts that queen was seen ‘tween crusty crests thrice christened, dressed as guests detest and bound for rounds of rending midst sounds of boundless bending so please don’t squeeze the knees to block what plunged that dungeon’s puerile pock long stalked for pleasure’s treasured flock and measured, stained through streaming the blessed blue bolts a-beaming … dusk’s darkness, drowned and dreaming those tender treats deemed “scheming” found fast asleep their terror’s heap with wailing’s weep that keep, breached deep and screaming screaming ... screaming.