Cloudy with a chance of idiomatic difficulties
guarantees wet light bulbs keep the faith in
clasped bands (rubber) to show the upper one
that decks of anything can be held together in
numbers greater than fifty two, not counting
the tracks on the B-sides, whose scratches
itch only the ears already in love, a state
closer to shove than push, given to ecstasy
and sparks, making fire out of spindles and
part numbers, giving up on guides and saying,
let it be remote to prove the not caring (in a
cool way) and making brackets out of
parent hypothetical children whose names
were best forgotten ten thousand years
ago and remembered ten million hence.
Roman Ryan 