EXECUTOR SHRIKES. A little poetic funk

 

Gary Barwin · EXECUTOR SHRIKES

THESE WINGS
Oh yeah, executer shrikes a northern Dutch foldI won't say silver lips in multiple coloursbut I learned a lot, and like grey tinderthe terriblest part is the tri-coloured glanssoaking up the tan the thrill of thwack
I miss blackback extra, little shine sistermuscle tip, blue outs
I know every word to every flu like  a Japanese seagullso I'm never leaving here
beak-headed green lad in front of the brown brisket posing beside  a night goal 
this is flexible snout mice,  a diamond dove crossbow nothing positive can  come out of here except stinging stars
never been around this  elegant parking lot or violin warriors in my life.  never picked up winged bells before
I’m down for a saffron sink a boom smart a purperglance spree one, four, one, oneI'm splendid  fifty-three alpha minusthe way I found the spirit’s spanner was I had a shopping cart chest a Napoleonic shrinera headcold of trees