Cinch

Pinching at the parallax

Clenching as plenum, mustard

Setting yesmen, yellow tamarind

Lopped side-saddle, keggered and ready

Dear you, unused, as was the prancing jigsaw

Jingling and quick like a baby rattler

Lingering and sick, as was the pocket figure

Look here, pastor, I’ll stand on my own two

Shimmy whatever deadbolt, hotwire

So I’m leaving you the keys