Number two
is...difficult.

My specs are always
ludicrous

if not

they are

preposterous,

aphasiatics

(watch for stars)

whimpering osmotic pain:

those blues that twinkle

light my brain

like I am Star Wars--again.

I-am-your-father

I am pain.

I'm the darrrr...
j'jah--jeeling
simper
simmering
your tea

stuh-stuh-stuh-stuh

stuttering

straining limmed leafs

in your bed.

I'll tell your fortune

sans the blame--

watch the patterning

and guess

my sincerity.

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Exercize Two from Bobk