Snicky Shack

Quick quack to the snicky shack
As bygone sprays make a rye dog play
Under caper moons, half a bagel
Divvy sweet on the barest feet

Feeling emotes the story's narrator's odor
Possession, nine tenths in my craw
Bylaws and bygones and by golly 
I'm ruled by three ducks

One goose
A circle of shit
Contra
Mantra

Dictation in line, fiction my spine
Straight up and down or sideways in town
Collisions are not art
Until snapped, shot, developed