I'm repurposed in the old sense of the word Saccharine to the salvage Struck witness clear palette and then we're told Mezzanine holds the top shelf Low common in past tense of absurd Long moments to age nightly Twice softened held in place by crackpots Strung out like a postcard So certain tall tales are never offered Thumbing through lungs appendices Snapped breath of attraction Each coma has an asterisk Fangs tarnished in bold but never curved Fumes held for a daydream Where I'm limbless wigged out and clear blue Touch has memory and redness Front lobe bashed in with friendly jokes Adult gummy chewed lightly Been weeks since the town paved over gold Dig my teeth in quicksand