“Sorry I’m Not Home Right Now”

(Gonzo’s Journal 13)

Spider webs quip;
dimensions rip;
reality drifts swiftly, sweet, sultry treat.
Ripely eat fruit of tree;
seat by river flow;
Dojo like wind blows briskly;
dumped, sands; hand the hump;
Desert thirst; lost haste;
Power weaves; pincers lead; drains on itsy bitsy fly by;

Crying pleb ; Kingdom dread;
Head off take scoffs;
Live indoors; eat bugs.