call the square flipper
a sea

become an evil loom to all known
styles of basketry

unidentified caller
you can take a special train

any trooper would jump through fire to fix
the letter in his name

the more I watched
the more she tread
in streams and lakes
as fishes bred

flip the sea caller
a square

we’ve known calm air sails basked in gloom
an evil care

identified the brawler
by the broken bottle of Night Train

any one would fire through a trooper who fixed
the better in the game

the more I hatched
the eggs she wed
inseams and waists
as dish’s bed

sea’s the call squarer
a flip

evil’s known to loom and hide down in
the basket’s lip

incentivized the trawler
but it’s the fish that you can’t train

any shot of fire is our fix, so thorough are
the troopers we became

the more I matched
the words she said
in dreams and plays
as Misha’s Bret

square the flipped sea on
a call

know dry sponges in a basket won’t erase the evil blooming
through the wall

incensed about the faller
black footprints on the bridal train

any fixed fire will trooper on if water’s lack’s
the fall guy we can blame

the more I latched
the door she fled
in screams and breaks
as wishes, bled