Named A Starter Poem by James Onuska

The truth may hurt some.
Release the pigeons, it is within normal limits.
May I have a hint, only the back side takes all the warmth.
Apply where it where it can be checked.
I don't like scapegoats, tied tighter.
Let it scrape, not often enough.
Gold is scarce, charge more.
It's never coming off, must be dropped.
I have slippery hands, bands are about to play; heat stroke.
Play off to this day, hold off.
Not a hold out, I need something to invent.
It's not common, everyday.
Get the picture, it's not as straight as I want it.
Home invasion, it can be filthy business.
Celebrate the one you are with, bury the signal.
Keep it on the nightstand, you might understand.
I ran the machinery, we are even.
Take even breaks, if I pass this way again.
Don't let it creak, up the creek without a paddle.
Sidewinders know, square off.
It's at its peak, you look subdued.
Knowing you, tends to blur.
Keep off the slope, tie the rope. Nothing to ok. It borders on madness. It's unbecoming. Mix nerve with stature that's all that matters. Sink below. Hold out for you. Keep two handy, nothing is certain. It's unceasing. You created a monster. Reverb, the sky. Cast shadows. Such high hopes I had. Keep it believable.
Don't wreck the line. There is a lot of pulling; subterfuge. I'm bringing strength, safe to say. The show of force. Drop anchor, can't bank on it. I'm at my wit's end, need an excuse. Will refuse business. Trek all you want. Can't be bought. Have him tossed; that was a stroke of luck. Cash in the bucks. Something to tuck under.
It maybe later when I arrive. We can ask her. Never put the rocks down, you act so proud. I adore you. It's not a skin condition. Focus on something, it keeps being dropped. Stations everybody. Standoff, keep it registered. Expecting hellfire. Square the two up. What's happiness like. Be alike somehow. Stay at a safe distance. Wasn't addressed. I can't help myself. Save it for the weekend drive. Drive effortless. You must be skilled at something. Save for a later day. Never be mixed up. You can have mixed fruit. Fruit preserves itself. It's easily held. It's not scoffed at. I see you are busy. I'm a straight shooter. Same hoot and holler. Gaze beneath. It's no bother, it goes on plainly. It's redefined, no brokered deal. Named the starter. I'm tougher than I seem. I like sugar-swollen sides. I'm holding you to it. See if it flips. See the bits. See if they fit. Get lifted off. What's strenuous.