Little Wolfgang already shot his shot, best his 2019 bullet

  Snatched the crown from the game then on the shoulder put

  New take, new genre, bright future, we all playing

  Bro and sis, little Wolfgang and hopelessness

  Cloak and dagger searching for grandfather , call it the time before.

  Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

  The past, distant, when Franklin was king, GHOST L

  No head, trapped in an upside down birdcage

  Elephant brain, napkin sinking, grief in that glass

  Whites flailing, trout sinking in hazel past, what’s for dinner?

  A stare Gemini?

  Eyes coconut gaze?

  Is this a test?

  Is little Wolfgang tethering mad?