Funnel Effect Poem by Dylan KD.

Drinks trip ash in brains built with foam
the strum of trickled figures bask in funnels
the animal traps the pulls of the sad acre
and pours the age filmed to gesture.

Sang without piles of yellow
and so trips suckle from under slow gardens
Darts from sprawled guns flinch in the bone's song
to bane of the buried earth in shutters.

Noose the naked architect
who's flung the bow of structures
she is who detects the small function
with the splitting drains the holster.

They who ban the horse rips the tumbler
domes the broken slumber pries the stroll
Pale the under gunned for motion
sin the mortal cue to bruise the fall.