Poor trial: flair troop?
Epoch tine: zymogenic I mean. A tenderised
era-fractal flirts on a peek. Punish, trowel, bat
pad - an use if fat-poor? To set up sidecar trials:
no garden! I'm a flare bill in a mirror. Retune
me, but still it's me. Tidal graffiti us peels late
of foetal sleepsuit if far glad items. Till it's tube
menu: terror rim, an illiberal famine. Dragon's
lair? Trace dispute: so troop taffies unadaptable
worths in upkeep a nostril flat. Carfare, desired
net, anaemic in ego ... my zenith-cope.
© photomicrograph by Dr. Manfred Friedrich
© palindrome poem by Martin Mooz
