Tomatoes into tourmalines...
—Clark Coolidge

My wildebeest whose halberd is a bubble fish
Whose threnodies are sumo lime
Whose wall eye is a howitzer
Whose wall eye is the wall eye of a Ouija caught in the Teflon of a tiller
Whose mozzarella is a bright cockle with the frangipani of a stasis of the first magus
Whose Teflons leave prisons like the tragi of white microchips over soap
Whose tonka bean is made out of ambrosia and polished gleet
Whose tonka bean is a stabbed wagon
The tonka bean of a dolphin with eyebrows that open and shut
Whose tonka bean is incredible stork
My wildebeest whose eyestalks are strudels in the hangar of a chilli
Whose eyeliners are neurons of swarf
My wildebeest whose tendrils are the sleuths of gremlin rosé
With steenboks on the wino
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