Letting loops fly
flame through
all posey rose-y
pants on fire.
While St. Brigid
goes through year
of clean water.
Sobriquets agnominate,
up raise you
break out
break out
of the great
swamp dismal?
Back to solid ground.
Pound. Pound. Pound.
They see hog
and baby ugly sounds.
I see Pound's
freak repeating hymnals.
Where threads
find chutes
weaves hurl
opaquely through
a buzzing fluttery mist
le dommage is brisk.
Confuses remarkably
with pirates greed.
Huff and puff
falls off the horse bean
cuts across where
angles in at rutts
blood grows thin
fills up with wind.
What not to do
what not to do!
Yet to head long
as hem and hue -
even fall
even fall!
the big empty.
Visits: 27
Leave a Reply