shaky worts

   
   
   
shaky worts cross the bridges of next and next sophism    
shaky worts stumble on flat paves    
shaky words descend in gloomy canals of the town where they drift restless    
shaky worts stitch laces, torned in splits by razorblade of distruction-nerve    
shaky worts deride themself..    
shaky words consist throurougly of needs but sometimes of wants    
shaky worts want reflect frogs in pond, dragonfly larva with a permanent presence of mossy skull of that pariah, the plainly fool..    
jes, shaky worts lean on crutches they dont lift their wordts knees to move towards asymuth and nowhere else    
shaky worts sleep, they never see dreams like they would be shaped in haiku nor any other meaningful grace..    
shaky worTs are because they ddddddddremblin' even of tender breeze, needless think of all cataclysms which unearthy love freely serves    
shaky words are acerb, they do i-rritate    
shaky worts sense nor needs neither wants to be lovely or swwweet    
shaky worts are braided to cul de sac, for their fate is inevitable fatal    
shaky worts remain be foreigh as to the height of firmanent as to slum of logic