copkiller

i veered just outside the sheriff's path, catching his sideways sneer just in time to affix my safety belt. he must have really had a hankering for his raised glazed because i was good as cuffed if he'da just hailed me. but i escaped, funyun on the runyun. sitting in the pile of chocolate chip onion sticks, i read up on buckie's adventure. he wandered the hazy eyeballs of his night, recording all manner of folk and fodder. not so much luck on my page. fairly blank; i guess mag and i need more time to shutup and work. if we spend our catchup time drawing poems, we never make a frame of reference in which to deposit the booty. like a coloring book. or a frame. or a peephole, ooh teeny.
okay, howsa bout a poetry:

sweety sugar honey doll
could you give me your all?
pack it up
in your snatch
make it
take it
to dispatch.
baby bunny lovey
use your drawl