A Heavy Head

Drunk deep from the empty well,
head last, and physical swell;
untouched plates and shattered mist
causes fates to open fists;

run on, your paragraph left its glasses case
under the piano--your play is work, Mr. Pace--
don't give up your ghosts to public size
your water's pure as murky lies;

drink related clauses to grate effect
and age your cheese under defect
ive conditions, unjustifiable according
to the sifting grifting hoarded wording;

and don't stop when the moment comes
your stomach cannot resist hums
that make its fate go bacterial
when all along it boxed cereal. 

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