Glenn Glenn Poet Free verse

OK Pt 3

breached, and retreated from the reeking leachy leafy teat weeping, bleak, weepy, seated, meek, seepy, simply screeching, peaty, whisky bleep of a beating breech into the creepy pleated peeking Jeep that would reach past the heaps of all that leaped the peeps who thought they were like Peaky Blinders while the ones whose business was minded got grinded upon the signs that lay behind the rinds that the rhinos kept fine as their horned noses kept blowing what was foregoing the seemingly snowing cocaine drained nostrils that those who followed so close like apostles would hostilely yet approximately robotically but docilly coddle their bottles while going full throttle to take more than double or triples but as if sucking every nipple of the alcoholically charged barge ship that would sicken or bring fiction with any form of sobriety, mightily brighten the heightened sights of the righteous and psyched out, stout, route of a trip to up one’s butt and around the corner, to show a new mourner of a shorn born again binge friendly winter winner of a free for all snow ball do it again snowman standing carrot top crotch defending two headed, grinning glimmering git er done gimmick defending lender of a cringing mention of a sin that would come on Channel ten whenever or wherever it might transcend in the beginning of a slim trend that might hopefully soon end when it skims half the skin off of a trimmed whimsically tended to hen that mated with a chicken so that the descended then kin could cross some sort of road as if it was the jumping toad on a log that could log its dogged noggin’s groggy slob bobby pin sized pinner it had to ditch as a casualty that would emphatically, radically, masterfully be considered the one thing that when asked to jump one could tactfully say the word, “How High,” but precisely, divisively, have a cast actually form of measurement that would and could be considered good and understood to be treasured when it would be such as if from a mint, sent, and lent to those who would undergo the slow under toe of what would be just a hint of drowning in a cup of joe while popping a tent because coffee can be quite a naughty shindig for those who go where the snow melts touching one’s toes before their nose bestows once what was tucked between swigs of two big hips tucking two lips between the grips of some sort of sticky misty dipping whipped spritzy ships going two ways that would just be gifted to be labeled as hits!!!

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