traffic-like

droning

he was wasting

‘lau  ghter

under the clouds

  

neck ciphers

pulled up for a

“leg chew”

⌇

stolen steam’

‘sit

‘

‘beside the  ’ lost ‘rat

  

your shirt exit

spine and crackers

⏘⌴

dogs on slope

stench 〽 caves

inside the paint

the kites the noose

swift cheese

and tomato .shoots

“)drops the pole)”

 

the’ ‘shapes’ vi

‘brating  ‘

over ‘ the  ’ tub

suitcase in █a mirror

................your innocuous silt

exertion

This Explains Reed Altemus’

“themselves being traffic-like”