Master Shimmy Pants Journey

Daring monsters torture
squirrels, shimmy trees pollenate
my diurnal circumference.
Tonight the quiet lovers
make vests. They make coverlets
upon the chandeliers. Roses
know secret locations ], even
where Kennedy Jr. died
under dreams of firmament.
His pants love delusional
tweed overalls because.
Don't even stop stalking;
think after me in tomorrow's
day's night of wonder.
Despite violence here
slaughters green hatred,
by annihilating sex against
nipples. Sex shouldn't
fear the annihilation zone.