kins of nap for wipe of grin

Kins of nap for wipe of grin
is ever over moistly down
but it's just enough for now.

Pale beauty breath sparks low
in a two-part push of bending now
and, out where an ether of blues
glows orange pulled to please,
there's a minor key of salivate.

So many records of scratchly
spin with background noise
of births of static sans respite.

A white echo holds a name in spin
for grins of snap that wipe the grin-

Dance, dance, dance,

when all you need is funny.