1. "Frisk Not"

A stark fist of approval nails you
Snail acid crystal in mansions of charcoal.

Hamtaro garmonbosia
Through night to thing frith.

And it's hard
Mutiny has its argot:

I want to down cold grow crystal scorch
If a moon say aught, Altair,

In its coil pallor;
In its astroturf and solitary church.