Don't Blame the Reader

the intrinsic sense
of directing phones,
to which I'm off
in the bloom feature
of fettle, masked
argument of
Iraqi, burnished
lock over
tension drape, juiced
suddenness
while prancing,
stopgap economy
while dying,
stooped after effect
in regent time
spittle,
blushed season
after grating scene,
trusting gown
of looser frame,
bouncing integer
purporting
regicide,
glowing remarks
while sagging
poems, staggered
singly by excellent
swath, flipped
in kindling
drone, all for the
effort ranch,
the lubber detail,
the scrid in parlance,
the focus group
poppies: surely these
are reminiscent
of Digimon legend,
cartoon handicraft,
shitbucket mummery,
guff for the fancy,
doubling
of nothing...

hello phones
of plenty vending
network climbing:
I am near you...

NB: integral lines taken from Alli Warren