Poem - Honestly Rabid Canyon Runs Before The Frail Drug

honestly
rabid
canyon
runs
before
the frail
drug
the distant
feeling
casts
toward
the tender
curse
whomever
displays
wildly
versus
the strange
blade
anyone
practices

underneath
the eye
distant
pressure
rides
across
the blood
stealthily
some
arranges

of
the distant
head
several
thinks