Hour I by Ryan Daley

I

You’re letting
in a draft
you miss
putting on your spherical
head protector

el esférico se
paró justo
keeping the cabin
tested
Spot?

Adorno from
the bridge
our stewards only pour
what I glam fender
bender

ni son ni ton

how come these days
you’re feeling in the couch?
(it’s too difficult to
swig in unision
to best air conditioning)
guilt the entrance

to coin

slip into get ready
bootlegged
so out
“There’s no beauty no order no reason”
to die for beefsteak

plumb out
of café
lads don’t spit
cider
but pop does
find the recipe

Super cola citadels, revs the plumber
Somewhat gentle

spyer