Punjab and Daddy Warbucks

...project w/ Little Orphan Annie

SENTIMENTAL
Real places in real time.  Each place I will never go.  How many places can a person go to know what
Is possible.  That we could kick ourselves in the shins or harm our own sense of prestige.  I don’t know
Gregory from George and it’s still autumn thankfully.  Hallmark shuffles into town like the new couples.
Sam was a child and felt light when the grownups picked him up.  People working for companies are
Handy with their tablets.  They’re spending all their time contriving ways to make money.  There’s a way
In the hour before twilight to speak in meter.  Just a little syllable as though you have nothing, nowhere  
Realistic and yet three times removed from fantasy.  There’s got to be a way to escape beyond today. 
Attics for decorations; attitudes for reactions.  Why am I so unsure of what I have set out to do?  I know!
Guffaws confuse the matter, when one knows he or she is only thought a fool.  Soon my brother is here,
Soon my mother.  There is a new way to approach grammar.  The Glamour of Grammar.  We were free
Hackers trying to see what is possible.  I knew I could type one page per hour, but how many hours can
Annabelle?  Wheat is good.  Wheat will keep us alive with Wheat Thins and amber waves of grain.  Our
Nabisco brand, a crispy wafer with cheese, a handful of grapes.  That is what Gregory ate yesterday for
Inches to the waistline.  There are incredible lists of how to analyze Sterne’s Sentimental Journey.
 
SENTIMENTALISM
Rhymes are too slanted in the unclear slur of speech occurring after bedtime.  His father was too tired.
Annabelle bleeds for prosperity.  Everybody has a little.  If I don’t get this out of the way, I will never
Get anywhere.  If I don’t clean the house or pick up I won’t be able to find anything.  If I don’t go to
Somewhere I will be here.  If I don’t go somewhere I will be nowhere.  Too bad I’m not on Greyhound.
Heaven knows things could be worse; then better.  Generalities so vague will get us nowhere, why
Andrew knows it’s important to plant trees and notice how the branches are forming.  Distinguish
Nut varieties, the one from the other.  If you don’t everything will be unpleasantly uniform and perfect.
Universal Christmas across certain countries make us wonder where the wise men are hiding.  How
The Magi knew stripping the letters down to the roots one by one like articles of clothing to nakedness.
 
SENTIMENTALIST
 
Risking greedy fears, not knowing when to stop; not understanding what amount to request or tipping
Abdicant scales, not the scales of fish.  When too many fish are diseased the disease spreads quickly.
Gills suck in a chemical and the cleanliness of rain is compromised with the threat of fire.  We wage
Sunny war with water sprites and new life.  The eggs float around almost indistinguishable in the sea.
Harold waits all year for his favorite winter month, but when the moths eat through his favorite sweater
Andrea only laughs, surprised that he even wears sweaters.  He pretends to be all talk but his subtlety
Nixes box mixes.  Greed wears antlers and his sister Generosity a Santa cap.  Andrea laughs again.
 
SENTIMENTALITY
 
Rodomontade natters.  Squirrels chatter about the matter.  So go the leaves a fallin’ down.  So messy
Aquarius looks for a topic in her top hat, but it is soaked with tide, a tide that geese do not comprehend.
Gregorian chant haunts the background of high ceilings.  We do not need ceilings, the architects reason.
Sagittarius has come from Brazil to show the world how much he knows about blocks and things.  He
Has studied architecture and fashions impressive blueprints.  Cindy, his wife, has fantastic ideas about
Artwork, but neither one of them knows much about the climate in North America.  They are learning.
Newlyweds, they have known each other for seven years prior to their wedding ceremony.  They
Understood how important it was to be law-abiding citizens, so they were married by the court in a
Timely fashion and in private while students.  Then once they had gotten themselves together, wed. 

SENTINEL
Silly ideas of the sentinel. “I’m gonna be a sentinel,” Desi says.  “Why any kid would want to be Annie!”
Hard-knock life, they sing, washing dishes, scrubbing floors, it looks like fun cause they could do it all
On their own, without and maids or mothers to interfere; but did all the children think it not a game?
Mold is collecting on the edges of the shower curtain again, better put it through the wash thinks Desi.
Emitting a glow, always the feathers ever found isolated on the ground were full of the world.  Plucked
Rooks from wily coyotes or the foxes.  We know they like chicken.  Familiar characters need to be muted
Their distillation a thing of elements, a cycle of culture or tradition.  The reason was hidden, lost.  Sadly
Simple, he feels too dumb to say anything, to fond of pleasure.  We don’t even know what made him
A lecher.  The lecher certainly didn’t look like one, his monstrous visage a think for Rocky Horror or girls
Crying with orange hair.  As a girl she could beat them up and get away with it, all for the scruffy dog.
In the old time religion of an America that hardly is no more, the harmonica gets the beat, the harmony,
For melody and officers with batons.   Welcome to our happy home says the miserable caretaker, drunk.

Author's Note

edits are always nice, whether a word should be changed or something doesn't make sense