a froth-cape spidering fruitfully; it billows

from distant historical chimneys, timed grimace

of the shore-line - the wad-thick omniscient nape

that runs triumphant, dousing passengers in sleep

moans crooked, misery sandwiches congregate

and flee alight as the sand dunes soon hit the waves

the tropics are portrayed still (long-windedly); waves

rumble/shuffle sideways, crabs wander and billow

out from cornered nighttime - diaries congregate

to lodge forth mumbled complaints - one split spread grimace

concerning mournful tanned crisp powders, her sleep

calls them foul-mouthed excuses to sweat down our napes

and just how polluted must be these once-fresh napes!

sugar within these walls that stole you from pink waves

of justice, eagerly awaited nourished sleep -

such that dreams of plumbing will have these sheep billow

and blurt, consider regrets, left purple; grimace

dark rain in corridors and never congregate