Zygote Submissions in the Back of a Rambler

You are singularly possessed 

of your la di da your

nocturnal submissions were all zygote 

milk and fromaggio jordache filling

my poindexter coin purse at the laundrette

isn't anymore french bread, either loaf

or toast.

But you stepped over obfuscated

minions, you nocturnal ambulator we 

said algorithm and binary nsaids

in the back of a rambler but

our musings were relevant to the 

google-eyed, smoothie-coiffed 

beancounter java zombies