butterscotch dragonbreath

Butterscotch dragonbreath
bird snuffed the wings melted
Sam Peabody is a thin man
His shadow calls like a sad scorched
   sapling
Nothing to do but walk
Through the window that says in soap
"cold drinks"      it's closed
Could swim, I guess, in the
deep-fat fryer
Eventually rain, out the window
    then in it
arriving wet & smelling doggish
like wet used clothes
Which become you, believe it
your greens (eyes) & cheek (red)