Grizzical Deletey

Noah, jet the Hun,
Heat-crown up on my waist

Canned jars to fill,
Fly-cream, caulk,

and long, guilting space
news-hounds press

my ear, “Whoa-hoh, whoa-wa-oh”
Maybe I sin, cryin’

Mama, mama, paint knows dryin, yellow,
Desert-scream, “Whaoh”