See, August

See, August, the bored cohort outwitted high hope, thumped against our bitter mode.

Dross

Were we a showery hat, see mealtime dross evenly.

My foggy tent

Pull my foggy tent unto a noble hereafter; I lengthen dross.

To avoid beginning

To avoid beginning, one might dandle words that feed caskets with dead hashed fricative "am".

Sloth

The excruciating sloth of thinkers in a Bible impugn platitudes due at pink intaglio, at body uniting manifold dots.

Brazilian flames

Room for thought in these Brazilian flames, pent Marxian ideas kicked downstairs as soon as seemed negligent to the little militant who might inhabit them, thinkably tinted at intolerant ghetto.