#Pieoneers

Blades Of Grass Tickle Each Other And I'm Paralysed By Their Snickers  By The Rustle Song Latched On To The Wind's Doodle Of A Back They Dance To Their Own Back And Forth Laughter An Ebb And Flow From Which I Learn I'm Not Alone In The Company They Preclude Amusement The Other Fellow Bloviates With The Silence As Do I Both Of Us, Smiling Pro Forma At Our Faite Accompli Both Of Us, Gung-Ho To Have Got The Dog Whistle Before Our Witty Wheaty Hosts Chucked And Chuckled The Apercu  "There's A Monster Lurking About Lithe And Traversing The World On A Different Axis" Our Self Appointed Agent Provocateurs Burst At The Seams With Hysteria Beholden To The Cacophony And, Bespoke To Their Subjects We Both Run, From Guilt By Association Association By Guilt, From Both, We Run   And From Each Other, We Are Associated By A Guilt The Guild That Yields, We Are Guilty Of Yielding Both The Guilt  And The Yield  Of Our First Kill

                                                  Are We Trapped In Each Other's Gaze                                                            Or You Only In Mine?                                                   As I Go Out To Decoupage My Days                                                   Does My Style Get A Lateral Co-Sign?                                                                       Inverted?