an exercise

Pie in the sky, red rudder, the better to see, flying high
Unlimited phantasy spasm whoregasm thick chasm
chink in the earth a satchel a backpack to match it
good graces hit ya with medieval maces to make bloody spaces
within the skin and body's sensitive places
a vagina, a vertex merely a gap
chic relaxed Benjamin Gregory broke his spectacles they made a gigantic mess on the floor
with all of the particles and all of the people couldn't get their eyes of his door

His desk gleamed of cleanliness. There were portraits of prestigious things around the retangular office. His legs switched positions occasionally as he worked like potatoes in boiling water but his business-minded shoes remained pointing towrads the door at all times. He heard three timely knocks on the door and spoke in its direction, "Come in."
Red, red was the first thing to come to mind, a well-fitted suit on a well-bodies woman. Blonde hair was next in view with a nose and face. Some light bounced off the edges of her own glasses which seemed more formed to enhance her features than her vision.
-Mr. Bugels, I've completed some recon about the X factor."
-Tell me more