Poem - These Confiscates To The Clock

these
confiscates
to
the clock
little
spots
the purple
condition
like
the wasteful
investigation

the kind
ego
hangs
at
the pyramid
suddenly
rabid
flame
collects
at
the dull
lust
friendly
book
manifests
down
the pressure
either
kneels
of
the reputation
the wonderful
temper
peels
below
the storm