kenneled and fed on trash
in a shapeless sack
pull chains!
garish and overdone
a tough and rather stout engine
between dwarf cedars and wine-big oyster eyes
pull chains of profane design
kenneled can-traps, transported with grief
pull chains of Memphian relief
you spit-spout you can't understand
sh**scrape of scorchhouse band
may God forgive these fumbling fingers
boric Valvoline tongue-trail lingers!