as over the grape stalks i trapezoid traipsed

as i walked i noted
my biking boots left big grapplehooks of tender mounds of leftovers

there were so myriad a passersby yet not but twice did I pull away from my focus

there were a few shouted Hey you with the bloomers, wassup?
but i was focusered on my archeoplyx multipfindingish

i was the miles standish of the now

i retrieved a bit of brokered off recoiled rustworthy truckspring
(aching to be entered unchanged and untrampled into an unresisting piece
and i noted peculiarly twisted bits of grapecurlings
which had swung so glibly from the overarching wired-upon

i saw shards of bottled thickness
which would not splattershat unless they were hammerfired

and to think of the bottlecaps themselves
so pristine on one side
so replete with muckingmulch on their netherrealms

there were wood splurts that were unbenumbing in their agility to aha and wakify the open-toed mind-sandal-soul
IF ONLY ONE WOULD IGNORE THE IGNOMINIOUS BEETS AND GALOOTS AND THEIR whatthehadesmerceymeiswrongwithyou,there,dumbdum?

one can
one can]
one did
of a once