Gary Got Letters

Gary,
To carry it. Finally fornicate. Barely a surrogate.
Mine, as in make me.
Swarms forbid passion, if one is to matter.
At sludge on the level. Bulk as in mulch, fancy escape me.
I blink amid mastery. Faking an anger.
To ride is to riddle, to spill a brash honor.
For what comes the keystone?
And how could he hold out?
Slipping is cruel when you're needed.

Ann Bannister north of a much needed N-stop.
When sin isn't lust but brains burnt the barn down.
Back in the days of an outlet wrap fracking.
'Twas Wayne, I am sure of his truck lights.

So hospital wafer or swipe verse conundrum.
I cost us the war and fortitude rumbling.
It was clear I was wanted but stayed in my corner.
For this I bring tension pleasantly into your home.

It's a dome, which now you can whisper.
Loftily,
Dave